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#24 - Legend Killer
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#41 - Dana Rogoz
Dana was more than a little nervous as she climbed the gloomy stairway. She had a better than fair idea of what she might be getting into and it wouldn’t… No, it couldn’t be considered legitimate fighting, anywhere… let alone back in Bucharest.
But, it wasn’t like she was left with much choice in the direction she had originally wanted her acting career to take. Back in high school, she’d had the lead in every play since her freshman year, but here in Sin City, the closest she had come to getting a part (any part) had been a disheartening string of tersely delivered, “We’ll call you”. She had managed to duck the landlord for almost three weeks now and that kind of luck couldn’t last much longer. She hadn’t had anything close to a real meal in over a week; Mother Hubbard’s cupboard was so bare, there were only dust bunnies on the shelves and, except for something that now resembled a high school penicillin experiment, the fridge was empty of anything but frost.
Her stomach was rumbling so badly, she knew others could hear it. She desperately needed to eat and if that meant having a fight with another naked woman … on closed circuit online TV …than that was what she had to do… like it, or not.
There was only one door at the top of the stairs with PEACH PIT PRODUCTIONS stenciled in black Goudy Stout block lettering on its frosted glass panel. This was the place. A decision had to be made; troop back down the stairs and give legitimate acting one more shot, or take the last (and possibly irretrievable) step across the threshold of the fight club industry? A rumble in her stomach—a reminder that all she’d had for breakfast was the left-behind packet of crackers she had snitched from the dingy dinner’s counter, while spending the last dollar she had on a lousy cup of horrid coffee—answered that question in painful fashion. Taking a deep breath, Dana opened the door.
The office behind the frosted glass wasn’t small; it was tiny, barely larger than a walkin closet. The slick suited individual sitting behind the scared desk, desultorily checking out his cigar, looked to be somewhere in his mid to late thirties, possibly older. The bored man barely glanced up when Dana closed the door. “You here for the part, honey?” He asked in a deep voice.
“I… I guess so,” Dana answered unsurely. “I ah… I need the… the exposure.” Her stomach growled again and Dorothy groaned. She was so hungry. If she didn’t want to pass out, she had to eat… and soon.
The man heard the growl and her watery black eyes—which had long ago lost any real spark—took on a flicker of life. “Well, sweetie, exposure is what you’ll get here… and plenty of it. Have you done any explicit fighting before?”
”No.” Dana hesitated; she didn’t want to admit it to this stranger, but, if it would help her get this part… “I’m not a fighter, though.”
“Just as well, honey.” The man attempted to smile, but Dana couldn’t detect any friendliness in the grimace. “We here at Peach Pit Productions prefer to work with unknown fighters. That way, if they pan out, we don’t have to argue with agents while we mould our girls into truly accomplished world renown fighters.”
“No offense, but I’m not interested in becoming an accomplished fighter,” Dana replied. “I… I just need the money.”
“From the belly growling I’m hearing, I’d say you do.” The Man fished in one of his desk drawers and handed Dana a banana. “Here, this might help quell the stomach pains until you’re done with your audition.”
Surprisingly, the long thick banana appeared to be fresh and Dana took it. “Thank you,” she said as she quickly peeled it. She barely chewed and didn’t even taste the first bite. She swallowed and her stomach roiled when it hit bottom. But it was a good roil, her stomach at last had something else to feed on besides its own lining.
“First, there are a few formalities we have to take care of.” He pulled out a pad and propped in on her crossed legs where the girl wouldn’t be able to see what she was writing. “First, I guess we should start with your name, your age, and where you’re from.”
“Dana. I’m thirty one and I’m from Bucharest, Romania.”
“Dana… 31, from Bucharest.” Oh, this was just too rich; The Legend Killer and the rest of the gals would have their very own Innocent Dana from Romania to play with, who was of legal of age but looked much younger. “Okay, that takes care of the legal and background stuff… for now.” He slid her eyes to the newbie across the desk from her. “Do you have any idea of just what sort of fights we have here, Dana?”
“Ultimate Fighting.”
“Yes, but here at Peach Pit we specialized in a particular genre of fighting.”
The full name of the production company should have tipped Dana off, but the churning in her stomach distracted her. “You… specialize?”
“Yes, in bloodsports; fights to the death… generally in the extreme.”
Bloodsports? Fights to the death! Dana swallowed hard on her mouth full of banana as it finally hit her; Othello and Desdemona; the Black Prince of Venice and his White Princess. With Shakespearian irony the name of the company made perfect sense; a part in explicit deathmatches was what she was going up for.
The half a banana now laying heavy in Dana’s tummy reminded her how good it felt to have something beside imagination in her stomach. Could she fight another woman? Yes. She had always been curious about what it would be like to fight a woman(consciously) and if doing just a fight meant having a full belly for the first time in so long she couldn’t remember what it felt like, she would participate.
There was just one, tiny (potentially, not so insignificant) question she wanted to ask. “What do you mean by ''to the extreme’?”
“No rules, no time length, you both get in, one comes out..”
Dorothy couldn’t even swallow now. “All the time?”
The suited man nodded. “Maybe longer,, if the fight demands it. Ever fought another girl naked?”
“Ah… no.” She didn’t know if admitting that girl/girl naked fight scenes made her panties wet, so she hedged her bet. “Not in the flesh, anyway.”
“That’s where the big money is in this game, honey,” the suited man said in a conspiratorial tone. “Lesbianism is chic these days, and you combine that with a lot of hot and sweaty, pounding of two tight fit bodies… Well, let’s just say that fights in this genre generate some serious change i”
In her just-between-us- tone of voice, the dark suited man was actually being very business-like about this; he was laying it out graphically, no holds barred, no stone left unturned to be questioned about later. And, despite her nagging hunger, Dana felt her panties becoming moist. “I can fight with another girl, but… but she might have to show what she can do.”
“Around here, that’s a real easy one to handle, honey.” The slicked hair italian nodded again. The guy was at least very curious, if not actually hooked on this whole thing. He put away her empty pad and stood up. “Well, you ready for your fight Dana?”
“Here? Now?” This caught Dana completely off guard. “Don’t I need to prepare first? Practice so I will be warmed up and prepared"?
The suited man laughed. “Action! That’s what counts here more than words. That's best saved if you show you’ve got what it takes to fight convincly.” He came around the desk and held out his hand to Dorothy. “So, you goin’ in for your fight, or you gonna bolt right out the door?”
Dana was at an impossible crossroads, good sense said she should bolt… right this fucking instant, but intense curiosity was pulling her in the exact opposite direction. “Where does my ah… this fight take place?”
The suited individual nodded at that big well lit space beyond his window. “In there.” . “And no is not the operative word here at Peach Pit Productions,” the suited man t coaxed. “If you find that you can’t take the heat, you’re free to get up and walk out. Here we test your survival and strength; we are not putting on GLOW wrestling.”
That made up Dana’s mind. She could go in for a fight, to at least see if the stories were indeed true, and, if she didn’t like what was going on or found she couldn’t handle what was going to be expected of her, she was free to get up and run out. She took the man’s hand and stood up. “Well,” she said bravely, “let’s see if I have what it takes.”
“My name is Vincent, by the way,” the mant said as she led Dana through the other door. “I’ll be your ah… your sort of coach during the process.”
That would help, Dana reasoned, following behind Vincent. Having someone in the room with her, while she was fighting another woman , would help out a whole lot.
Inside the door, Vincnet pushed aside a dark canvas curtain. “Legend” she called out loudly. “Get your fit ass out here. I’ve got Peach Pit's newest contestant in tow and she ain’t gonna waste time waitin’ to show her stuff when there are a hundreds of people out there.”
Dana looked around the room. It was cavernous like a underground coloseum with seats in a bowl shaped circle and a large circular sand caged pit stood at the fore front of it all. Six cameras positioned at varying heights to catch the malicious action on it from every angle. A dozen klieg lights, perched on tall stands.
Dana eyed the arenanervously. She was, most likely, going to fight naked in it… with a another woman. And, she was going to be filmed doing it. Back home in rural Bucharest, if anyone she knew saw her fighting naked to the death with another woman, she wouldn’t be allowed back into the state. She should leave; she should cut and run right now. She should really get the fuck out of here… NOW!
Then, the blackout tarps at the far end of the arena parted and Dana couldn’t move, because through them came a large white woman; six foot six, maybe six-eight, probably half way between one hundred and seventy and one hundred and eighty pounds, clad only in a leopard skin loincloth; her rippling, well defined, muscular body glistening like her olive skin had been oiled.
The imposing woman stopped in her tracks and appraised Dana on the other side of the cage as they both entered. For once Legend Killer was not only right; she was dead on the fucking money. “That is one sweet piece of white meat,” she commented under her breath as she approached her at the center of the cage. “
Upon the ringing of the bell, Legend Killer simply stretched out her long arms and grabbed Dana firmly by the wrist. Freezing her arms, she forced her to a halt.
Angry,Dana struggled to tear herself free of her grip. But Legend's long fingers were startlingly strong, maintaining an iron grasp on Dana's wrists. She squirmed impotently in the grip of Legend's enormously long arms.
The thing about Legend's arms, was that although they looked long and slender, they actually had amazing strength. Very little could resist them. Dana struggled even harder, fighting so fiercely that Legend looked like she might not be able to hold her. But her muscles tautened along Dana's slender arms - which refused to bend by as much as a quarter inch.
"Stop that!" Her voice was a warning.
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At once her long fingers released Dana's wrists, quickly relocating to circle the upper arm before they could pull away. Her hands gripped securely, eliciting gasps of pain from Dana. Then her long arms began to draw together once more, demonstrating their oppressive strength as they dragged Dana in front of her. She squealed and struggled, fighting to tear hertrapped arms free, but she seemed completely unable to resist the power of Legend's muscle power. She tried to pull away, but simply couldn't do it. Dana's heels brushing against the sand floor as Dana's amazingly powerful arms forced her against her will.
Ouuuff! Legend Kiler grunted as she continued to apply pressure, moving her until she was directly in front of her. Then her hands squeezed again, this time with a lot more force.
"Owwwwww!" Dana cried out in pain.
Dana squirmed painfully in her grip, fighting to tear herself free. But she was firmly in the six feet young woman's grasp. Totally unable to pull away, she continued to yelp in pain.
"Owww-oooowww!" Dana writhed. "You can't do this. You're hurting!"
"I'm restraining you," Legend Killer said flatly. "Stop trying to resist and I'll ease the pressure a little. Keep struggling and it will hurt a whole lot more. There's nothing you can do about it. Just do exactly as I say."
Still moaning in pain, Dana stopped struggling, looking sullenly up at her captor but the pain of Legend Killer's fierce grip seemed to be crushing all her resistance. Legend's power was subduing her. .
"Now kneel," Legend Killer ordered, not raising her voice, but keeping her grip painfully tight.
Dana obeyed the command at once, falling heavily to her knees.
Legend took another step backward as her long right arm drew back. Her hand curled into a surprisingly large, blocky fist.
The fist hung poised for a moment as Dana got up and lurched toward her. Then her arm hurtled forward at eye-blurring speed. At a long-limbed six feet tall, Legend's reach was enormous. The five foot five figure of Dana was still not within striking distance of her when her blow launched. Unfortunately for her, he was already right in the middle of Dana's hitting zone. She didn't even have time to shut her eyes in the split-second that it took Legend's squared fist to travel through nearly six feet from its starting position to its point of impact.
KRRACCKKKKKK! Her fist met the base of Dana's jaw with appalling force. The former actress seemed totally unprepared for a punch of that sort of power. Dana's head was driven brutally upward and back like a rubber punchball as her whole body was spun right around. The astonishing power of Legend's blow twisted her neck violently to one side. Her eyes went blank.She staggered drunkenly backward for a pace and a half. Then she just collapsed, falling in a heap - like a giant puppet after someone had cut off all its strings.
Alicia, however, was no longer even concerned with Nick. As her right fist completed its devastating journey, she had already turned her head to focus on the shocked and disbelieving Maurice. She squinted slightly as her equally dangerous left fist came searing inward to home in on the right side of Maurice's head. Before the hostel worker even had time to even take in what had happened to his partner, Alicia's second huge blow impacted.
The crowd gasped. Legend's sudden brief storm of violence was over, but its effects remained. Her opponent now lay sprawled across the pit floor, completely motionless.
She always seemed to hold all the cards.Dana was no match for her. She was horribly strong, arrogant as hell, and always right! Dana who had tried to oppose her was her last and final mistake. And of course she wouldn't be blamed for beating the crap out of Dana. She always found a way to come up smelling of roses! Dana had been humiliated. The crowd was more in awe of her. Even the locker room staff were obeying her orders like puppies.
Legend Killer's power over everyone was even greater than it had been before. How would the rest of the fighters be able to turn the tables on her now?
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