The Talent Scout (Part IV)

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 I
Brothel Brawlers

Wyatt laughed as, on the screen in front of him, Taylor spin kicked the surrendering Blake. Bringing their tense and bloody fight to an immediate end. Gripping the back of the blonde Madam's head as she worked his cock around with her tongue, he had to really strain to avoid cumming for the moment.

One of Wyatt's first attempts at being a Talent Manager had been an aptly named fighter going by Debbie Deepthroat on the sexfight circuits. Being with the oral specialist for over a year before her unfortunate demise in an orgy battle had given him some pretty good ability at holding off. But Taylor was pushing him to his limit.

On screen, Taylor let out a victorious yell and knee dropped on to her nude enemy, and Wyatt finally let go. Pushing to the back of Taylor's throat as he let loose. Slowly withdrawing, Taylor never let him see a drop.

Licking her sticky lips, Taylor grinned up at him, "Well? Do I have the talent or what?" She moved up on to the couch beside him, stroking him off still while the television switched to a different fight. Wyatt didn't really pay attention, but definitely recognised a younger Taylor facing off against a busty Asian in a grungy cage.

Wyatt had to be careful, he had Taylor thinking he was favouring her, and revelling in her own combat skills. As long as he played on that, his plan might work. As the older fight played out on screen, he described his ideal fighter to the excited blonde. Making sure to make plenty of references to her own career.

Ten minutes later, as the on-screen Taylor slowly choked her pinned enemy to death with her thighs after knocking her out cold with a spinkick, Wyatt finally set up Taylor up. "Honestly, I'd like to see one more fight before sponsoring you. I mean, Blake hadn't been in a real fight in years to my knowledge, can you take out a proven killer?"

Taylor leapt to her feet, fire in her eyes. "Point me at any bitch you want," she slammed her balled fist in to an open palm, "I'll kill her in the ring or the bedroom, I don't care where!"

Wyatt shrugged, "It doesn't have to be anyone special, how about Summer or Skye? I've recently seen their skills up close."

Taylor's hands fell to her sides, "Those two are slaves, they can't kill me if they tried." She made a fist near her head and mimicked an explosion. Referencing the fact that slaves had a kill-switch that stopped them from killing their master (or anyone else the master identified as a priority). "Unless you want me to set up a freedom match?"

A freedom match was an archaic form of freeing a slave, the idea being that, at the master's insistence, a slave could fight her for her being released from servitude.

Wyatt jumped up too, pretending it was Taylor's idea, "Yeah, why not! It's not like you'll take your slaves on the road anyway. Just kill whichever you like less."

Stroking her chin with a sticky hand, Taylor chose quickly, "Summer then, I was thinking of releasing my niece and giving her the brothel anyway." Wyatt had a hard time keeping his face straight at that, "Fine then, I'll set it up right away! That sluts as good as dead!"

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Aside from the hour it took Taylor to choose outfits for both herself and Summer, the Madam had very quickly gotten the match set up. Her slaves rushing about trying to quickly set up the ring used the night before in the main room before their mistress was ready.

While Taylor had briefly questioned where her niece had got to, she was too focused on the task at hand to have her searched down in the large building. The body having been stuffed in to the dead blonde's own changeroom locker, it would stay hidden at least up until the match.

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Wearing her painstakingly chosen full outfit, Taylor leapt in to the ring with great enthusiasm. Addressing the small crowd of horny women to announce her imminent retirement from the Madam game. There was scattered applause as she proudly introduced her "Soon to be brutally executed" opponent.

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Summer, wearing a negligee Taylor had chosen for her, entered looking nervously around, avoiding looking at the Madam entirely. Wyatt had told her to play it up to keep Taylor overconfident. While she felt that the Madam had chosen a better outfit for herself, she enjoyed how the soft material felt.

Taylor hopped back and forth in her corner, grinning wickedly as she watched Summer climb through the ropes. One dead brunette was all that was between her and the life she'd always wanted.

The brunette slave was barely in her corner when the bored looking redhead Taylor had stationed at the bell started the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Taylor snapped forward like a bolt, charging the surprised looking Summer still in her corner.

The only reason Taylor survived Summer's first move was because she had neglected to give the brunette heeled shoes such as she herself wore. Summer braced against the ropes, pushing her back in to the shaky turnbuckle and kicking out with both feet as hard as she could. Digging her heels into the charging blonde's tits and throat, Summer redirected her to the right.

Taylor ragdolled out of the ring, launched by her own momentum as much as by Summer's surprise kick. Crashing in to a glass-topped table, the Madam flopped across the floor with a crunching of glass and shouts of startlement.

Impressed by the effectiveness of her own attack, Summer took a second to survey the damage before leaping over the ropes to hopefully finish Taylor off. As she hit the ground though, the furious blonde was already getting to her feet.

Covered in over a dozen cuts, and gagging after the kick to her throat, Taylor got her legs under her and jumped to her feet. With a wild scream, she threw herself back at the brunette as she carefully landed away from the broken glass.

Summer had to avoid stepping on glass with her bare feet, Taylor did not. As the brunette quickly backpedalled, the Madam slammed a rapid flurry of punches into her tits. A backhanded slap snapped Summer's face to the side, blindsiding her to a straight punch that rocketed into her jaw.

Taylor backed her slave to the ring, growling with rage as she kept up her unstoppable onslaught. Most of her shots getting through, she hammered blow after blow into Summer's tender tits and stomach.

Summer took the shots well, blocking blows to the face but taking a beating to the chest. Her flimsy top strained under the hail of blows and fell around her middle.

Panting with exertion, Taylor grabbed the torn top and dragged Summer forward into a straight punch. Missing entirely as Summer weaved to the side, the blonde's teeth clacked loudly as Summer uppercut her with sudden ferocity.

Summer launched into an attack that backed Taylor up in a rush, the wide-eyed blonde desperately trying to gain some distance. The brunette stopped as they got to the smashed table a few feet from the ring.

Taylor shuffled her feet just like Wyatt had warned Summer she might. The blonde's form perfect spinkick meeting nothing but air much to her surprise, it had always been her best move, she'd even tried teaching it to Skye, not that the lazy slut ever practised it.

Summer ducked under the swinging leg, falling to her knees and striking upwards, right between Taylor's spread apart legs.

Screaming in pain as her pussy was crushed by the powerful uppercut, Taylor fell tits down on the shards of glass. Her outfit barely protecting her against the razor sharp chunks, the blue material shredding as it stained red.

Grabbing Taylor by the foot, Summer roughly tugged the blonde's shoe off and threw it away. Hauling back hard as Taylor tried to get back up, she dragged the shrieking Madam back through the glass in a bloody smear.

Twisting so hard and fast she nearly broke her own ankle, Taylor spun and slashed her remaining heel at Summer's wrists. Free of the brunette, she pushed herself up to her knees and jumped at Summer.

The air blasted out of her as Taylor's shoulder collided with her midsection, Summer crashed to the ground with the blonde halfway up her. Gasping for breath, Summer gripped Taylor by her hair and wrenched the blonde's head back and forth.

Kicking the ground to throw herself further up Summer, Taylor's legs swung up automatically. Her strong thighs digging into the brunette's ribs, she ignored the pain in her scalp to solidify her mount.

Screaming with effort, Summer forced Taylor's head down. Hugging the thrashing blonde's shoulders to her breast, she used her large tits to smother the suddenly muffled Madam.

Bent over, Taylor's mouth and nose were sealed by her enemy's soft boobs. Swinging her fists into Summer's sides didn't loosen the brunette's hold at all. Squeezing her knees together as hard as she could, she tried to crush the life from her opponent while keeping up the beating as best she could.

Summer ignored her aching sides, biting her lip as she grimly held on. Crying out in pain, she laughed with relief as Taylor's energy slowly ebbed and finally extinguished entirely.

After nearly a minute of limp hugging, Summer pushed the unconscious blonde off her, sure that Taylor wasn't faking. With great difficulty, she raised to her knees as the crowd hooted and cheered her on.

The few customers were joined by the normally impassive whores that celebrated their owner being defeated. Most of Taylor's girls were slaves, and relished the idea of seeing her die. The actual brothel employees scattered amongst them didn't care who ran the place, and just wanted to see the proud Taylor taken down a peg.

"You don't get off that easy, bitch." Summer growled in Taylor's ear, even if the blonde couldn't hear her. Years of Taylor's treatment had yet to be paid forward to the bloodied blonde, and Summer was determined to make her pay.

Taylor was stripped of her leggings, slack legs thumping back to the ground as Summer let go. When the blonde was slapped back to consciousness she screamed in terror.

Back in the ring, Taylor was strapped to her own turnbuckle by her fishnets. One binding her wrists together so hard she couldn't feel her hands, the other tied at the elbow. The blonde's arms were fed back through the ropes at such an extreme angle it was agony just to try moving.

Taylor struggled in vain as Summer paced back and forth in front of her with a wicked grin on her face. When the blonde tried to kick her tormentor with her now bare feet, Summer finally started. Smashing her fist in to the Madam's undefended jaw, Summer was just warming up.

The redhead that had first rung the bell gave excellent head. Wyatt enjoyed the still bored employee's mouth as he watched his plan play out. Taylor was entirely trapped and Summer was clearly enjoying herself, so there was no danger to her future career if she dragged it out a bit.

Summer threw one hook after another, blasting Taylor's head left to right so hard her fists felt like lead. Tiring herself out, she left the blonde dangling, head lolling uselessly as blood poured from her mouth.

Gripping Taylor behind the head, Summer smashed her knee up over and over again, crushing the Madam's crotch. Every few hits she changed it up and aimed higher, pounding her knee into the weeping woman's stomach.

Taylor vomited blood, hyperventilating as she mumbled a surrender through missing teeth. Her head wrenched back, she let out one final shriek of pure terror before Summer jumped onto the middle ropes and dropped her entire weight into an elbow slam that crushed the blonde's head against the turnbuckle.

The entire ring collapsed under the strike, the turnbuckle falling back with the silent Taylor still attached. Summer hit the floor hard as people backed away from the whipping ropes.

Summer slowly raised herself up as the crowd hushed. With difficulty, the brunette got to her feet and advanced menacingly on the blonde. Taylor, weeping and with a clearly broken arm, was trying to drag herself away leaving a large smear of blood.

Without hesitation, Summer stepped up to the terrified Taylor and brought her foot down as hard as she could on the back of the blonde's head. With a final crunch, Taylor spasmed and shit herself, laying amidst the wreckage of her fighting ring.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell girl busy wiping cum from her chin and tits, Wyatt rang the bell himself. Grinning as his now free fighter howled in victory, one foot on Taylor's back and both fists raised above her head.

Summer left the brothel that night. Taylor's will specified that Skye was to be her heir in the (apparently very likely) event of her death, and Wyatt didn't want to be around when the other dead blonde's body was discovered.

Her former home's future uncertain, with her master and partner both dead, Summer was completely free to start over. While she'd need further training, Wyatt saw great potential in his new Talent.

End Of Chapter One

So having finished the first "Chapter" I thought I'd just expand a bit on the setting.

Like my Club series, it's a world with a disproportionate number of women compared to men. Just, accept that in the conceit of the setting, these innumerable babes are totally willing to fight to the bitter end just for the chance of getting sex and money.
Anyway, all the world's major entertainment forms are centered around... Female Combat! Most matches are entirely safe, practically every bar and gym hosting fights that rarely even end in a true KO. But that's not where this story takes place.

Talent Scouts like Wyatt exist to find the most crowd pleasing fighters around. Hypersexed beauty models with a willingness to do anything to get to the top and stay there. Normally starting out in minor fighting establishments like Taylor's brothel or in underground deathmatch societies, these women vie to become true celebrities and champions.

With skill and some luck, talented fighters can make it to the world stage, the Pro Leagues. Here there are differing types of match-ups and Pro-Circuits that I'll get to in other chapters. Given time, and after meeting certain prerequisites, a Pro fighter is able to challenge her circuits reigning Champ to a deathmatch. The Champ's need only accept one direct challenge every six months, and after five years, are allowed to retire with an insane amount of fortune and sponsorships. Many circuits have yearly tournaments where the tourney winner is automatically matched for a title deathmatch, unconnected to the two other challengers. Few Champions ever survive to retirement, losing their edge or getting cocky a few years in (if they last even that long).

Many fighters try it alone, but over 50% of Champs have a Talent Scout helping them. Finding training, the best matches, and the best medical treatments available for their fighters while typically acting as lovers and potential witnesses against those that might murder them to get ahead. Scout's take a percentage of their sponsored fighter's winnings in return for their services, Wyatt's contract is a flat 10%, while 15% is common (unscrupulous Talent Scout's sometimes go as high as 35%). It is every Scout's dream to get his fighter to one day retire a Champion, those few who have succeeded usually go on to manage other women for pure fun, with their former Champ's fortune making them rich on just a small percentage. Such manager's can get pretty much anyone they want to fight for them, and lead the high life without ever having to try again.

Loved Chapter One great story already looking forward to where you take this!