[StanaKat]

Just a fair warning, this was a pretty graphic fight to the death. Don't read any further if that's not your style!! This was a pit fight match-up fought via rolling of a 20-sided die on chatzzy. Each fighter takes one roll per turn, and whoever has a higher roll does that many damage points to the other. Each competitor starts with 100 HP, and once they hit zero health via rolling of the die, the fight is finished. The fight mechanics were courtesy of Leslie and I really enjoyed it, so just looking to spread the word and hook up with others who enjoy this fight style


StanaKat (5'9 125 34B) vs. Busty_Leslie (5'6 38DD)



Busty_Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Stana HP - 100; Leslie HP - 100

Stanacat: I'd never participated in a fight quite like this, but it seemed you were determined to end this nasty rivalry once and for all. I showed up to your house expecting a classy catfight, but what I saw upon entering was far more sinister. Standing 5'9 125 pounds, 34B bust and 39 years of age, I was slowly stripped down to a black string thong and matching half-tank that cut off just below my pert breasts. I cautiously entered your seemingly booby-trapped basement, a pit carved out in the center with a number of sadistic tools and weapons strewn about the outer edge. It was clear you intended for only one of us to leave this basement alive, and I was determined to make that person me....yt

Leslie: Glinting an evil smile as I escort you to the basement...standing 5'6" 130lbs 34DD bust and also 39 yo...in a pink string thong and matching half tank...two sizes too small..my big still firm breasts practically busting out of it..as it barely covers my nipples....as we circle each other slowly...I clap my hands together..."come on honey, lets see what you've got" I taunt...as we feel each other out. yt

Stanacat: There was no bell, no official, no stoppages, just brutality. Your taunt is more than enough to signal it was time to fucking go, my blood already boiling at the sight of your over-inflated tits ambitiously stuffed into a child's small tank top....the nerve. I rush forward with a warrior's shriek, attempting to viciously spear you to the ground with a form tackle and begin wailing away at your head with reckless punches. yt

Leslie: OOFFF!!! as your shoulder hits hard into my chest...squishing my firm tits...I'm slammed into the edge of the shallow pit...my back hits hard.."Ugh!" I moan as I feel damage from your hit...as you get me hammered to the edge of the ring, disoriented, you start unleashing shots to my head and face...bam bam bam!! the third one hits my eye and I moan as damage is done to my left eye. yt

Stanacat: One, two, three wild overhand punches snap against your chin and face, sloshing your gorgeous features every which way as I hammer the back of your skull against the hardened dirt ground. The final punch leaves you groaning flat on your back, hardly looking to be in a position to defend yourself. Already feeling beads of sweat begin to form between my breasts, I raise both hands high above my head and attempt to hammer them down in an axe-handle slam right to your bosom. yt

Leslie: Ughh!! unable to focus as your axe-handle hammers my larger breasts...gawd that hurt..moaning loudlly!! yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Stana HP - 82; Leslie HP - 86

Leslie: on the ground sobbing...as you look down, clearly feeling superior...I get mad...and pull my legs back...bringing them forward hard in a rabbit kick to your tits...sending you back against the dirt...getting up quickly..pissed...as your struggling to get into a fighting position, I lash out with a savage kick to your belly, and another to your tits..yt

Stanacat: Your brutal front kick knocks me clean off you, legs wobbly as I stumble back a few steps and nearly hit the ground. Before I can right the ship you're springing toward me, whipping a roundhouse kick straight into my gut. "GGGUUUUUUUHHH" I heave, bending at the waist before a second snaps against my clothed chest. There's a fleshy clap as your shin cracks against my bosom, wheezing as I genuflect and drop to a knee at your heel, gagging as I try to catch my breath. yt

Leslie: grabbing your top as your bent over, ripping it down the center, and pulling it off you...then reaching out of the ring, I grab a sharp small rake like metal instrument....and lift your left breast with the sharp end...digging in and scratching as I lift your orb...yt

Stanacat: "AAAYYYEE!! You BITCH!" I hiss, my hand running over my bared chest with absolute fury in my eyes. Before I can even respond verbally to the utter humiliation, you've equipped yourself with an old rake, and with a violent swing you draw the jagged metal across my bosom. My mouth drops agape as I try to mewl out in pain but sound just doesn't come, dropping to both knees clutching my now bleeding sternum. yt



Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Stana HP - 82; Leslie HP - 73

Stanacat: You seem to be completely full of yourself, celebrating as if you'd knocked me unconscious as I fall to my belly swaddling my bloodied chest. I peer up at you through sweat-soaked bangs as you parade around the pit triumphantly. With a hoarse yelp I sling my leg out at your planted knee, hoping to take you down and level the playing field once again. yt

Leslie: Ugh!!! screaming in pain as your foot catches my knee, a dirty brutal tactic as my knee buckles..I go to the ground, holding it , rolling around...yt

Stanacat: "How does THAT feel bitch...." I huff under my breath as I slowly crawl toward your downed frame, clutching your wounded knee in agony. I drape myself over you and look for payback, snapping the flimsy string holding your thong together and tossing it into the corner of the room before flattening you to your back. I then reach for the rake you'd just dropped and turn the butt end toward your stomach, slamming the blunt pole into your rib cage. yt

Leslie: Ugh!!! groaning in agony...as the blunt pole of the rake is used against me...hitting hard, but not quite breaking the rib underneath...but hurting like hell..no doubt a big dark spot of a bruise will be there tomorrow....after I've crushed the life out of you!..yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Stana HP - 70; Leslie HP - 73

Leslie: pissed, I spit in your face, then slap you hard, and again...and shove you over onto your back...struggling with you, I pull the rake from your hand....and hit you hard between the legs with the blunt end of the rake..yt

Stanacat: Preparing to use the blunt end of the rake in a far more sinister manner, I'm shocked when you erupt with a pair of vicious open-handed slaps to my cheek, knocking me flat on my behind. With a wounded groan I roll to my side, that is until you flatten me and spread my legs. "OOOOHHHGGGHHHH" I hoarsely grunt as the rake impales my cxnt, immediately rushing to cup my pussy and curling into the fetal position in agony. yt

Leslie: giggling viciously, as I tear your thong's straps..."well Stana...there's more where that came from" I taunt...as I slam an axe hammer (my hands only) down on your exposed tits..again, and again...then swing my knee into your pussy as well...putting my full weight on as I grab your mammaries and pinch, pull, and twist those girls and nipples...yt

Stanacat: "GGGOOOOOHHH.....HHUUUUGGGGHHHH.........GGGUUUUUUUUUHHHGGG" I breathlessly wheeze with each two-handed blow to my sternum, lulling momentarily to my side and drooling breathlessly into the dirt. Then you drive your knee into my bare crotch, squealing and writhing for as long as you'll allow before cupping my little B-cups and wrenching every which way. I kick and squirm but there's no bucking you off. yt



Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Stana HP - 60; Leslie HP - 73

Leslie: pulling back my right fist, and slamming in hard into your nose...bam! knocking some of the fight out of you as you struggle....another shot to the left eye...and bring my knees up to land on your tits hard...then your belly..yt

Stanacat: My eyes flutter into the back of my skull as your fists rain down on my face, opening up a gash over my left eye that starts to stream down the side of my cheek and pool in the dirt. My nude body starts to spasm as I try to defend myself, hands attempting to block my face from another one of those blows, but you seem to have switched targets. You suddenly bunny hop onto my chest, grimacing as your knees slam into my bosom repeatedly knocking more and more wind out of my lungs. yt

Leslie: grabbing your hair, I swing my legs around your neck, with the air knocked out of you mostly, I manage to secure a head lock and squeeze my legs hard..yt

Stanacat: My eyes bulge as I try desperately to pry your boa-like thighs apart with little success, gurgling as my body starts to spasm uncontrollably as I wheeze for oxygen almost helplessly. My fingers blindly pat across the sand, searching for something, ANYTHING to try and break your hold. yt



Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Stana HP - 60; Leslie HP - 65

Stanacat: My eyes start to feel heavy as I gag and sputter for air, darkness closing in from both sides of my field of vision. Finally, FINALLY, my fingers grasp something....though I don't know what. A screwdriver!! With shaky hands, I try to raise the tool and spike it into your upper thigh. yt

Leslie: EEEEEK!!! I cry as the flat blade screwdriver cuts into my leg...forcing me to release your trapped neck...the pain intense as I grab your hand and try and keep you from doing more damage with it...christ!!..blood flowing from the blow...

Stanacat: I put up almost no resistance as you finally let my neck free, gasping and sputtering for a fresh, life-saving breath of air. Once my brain de-fogs, I notice your fingers wrapped around my wrist attempting to pry the screwdriver from my grasp. In the tussle, I drop the shank and our twisting bodies knock it across the pit, now engaged in a test of strength and will power. yt



Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Stana HP - 60; Leslie HP - 54

Stanacat: We push back and forth for what feels like an eternity, the wound in your leg seeming to catch your attention more than the opponent in front of you. Finally I win out, your arms folding inward as I overpower you and drive you to your backside. With a furious yelp at having been stripped nude and humiliated thus far, I rip an overhand right into your jaw, following with a hulk-like rip of your heroic top that leaves your heaving breasts now fully exposed. yt

Leslie: Ugh!!!! my face is smashed with your hit to my jaw.....throbbing...disoriented as you tear my top off!!! yt

Stanacat: A steady stream of blood trails from above my eye down my jaw line, dripping onto your bosom as I take a moment to regain my stamina and drink in the situation; you helplessly motionless underneath me. I scoot my bare ass up your frame and plant myself on your rapidly rising and falling tummy, attempting to rip an elbow into your jaw that will incapacitate you long enough for me to scurry into the corner of the room and equip myself with a weapon I'd had my eye on for minutes. yt

Leslie: feeling your tight ass on my belly...making it tough to breathe....as you smack your elbow across my jaw..the pain intense (was that a tooth that went flying? or just spit) moaning, trying to regain my composure, but in real trouble in this position..yt


Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Stana HP - 41; Leslie HP - 54

Stanacat: You fall deathly still as my elbow connects, making it feel a little safer to get up off you and reach for a crowbar leaning against the wall. I turn back to face you and drive the spiked end of the crowbar into the dirt beside us; "I'll save this for later once I've had a bit more fun...." yt

Leslie: rousing myself...as I hear your words, I turn to look..and get up quickly....backing up into the rim of the pit..turning back to look, I see a short knife...which I grab and hold behind my back..as I approach you quickly...."fucking bitch" I say as I lash out with a kick at your exposed pussy...distracting you as I then swing my knife out in an arc, cutting your left breast open through the nipple!....yt

Stanacat: I stalk you like wounded prey as you scuttle toward the far wall, completely missing the fact that you've equipped yourself with a blade as I toy with you. My body artfully dodges your first roundhouse kick toward my waistline, only unfortunately for me I arch my frame directly into the path of the swinging blade. I open my mouth to exhale in agony but not a sound comes, my heart skipping a beat as I'm rendered breathless by the blade slicing through my skin like a knife through butter. I clumsily backpedal clutching my breast which has been sliced open, not life-threateningly deep but enough to cause paralyzing pain. I try to keep at a distance as I circle the ring opposite you, grabbing my crowbar and attempting to recklessly swing toward your shoulder with the steel pipe. yt

Leslie: as you swing the pipe, the move clearly telegraphed, I twist, and grab the pipe, puling you forward....and my vicious knife comes down on your hand, catching your little finger between it and the crowbar...the sharp blade slicing through your finger!...yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Stana HP - 32; Leslie HP - 54

Leslie: pulling the crow bar from your hand, flinging it out of the ring....before putting the knife blade handle in hand...poking out the end of my fist, I swing my fist into your jaw, the hard blunt metal end smashing into the left side of your jaw...yt

Stanacat: You deftly catch the crowbar in mid-air, lurching forward and colliding into your body against mine, our bodies trapped between us. There's a sudden throbbing in my hand as my eyes go wide, looking down to see half my finger having been sliced clean through. I sob as I retreat, cupping my bloody breast with the wounded hand attempting to massage two immense sources of agony away at once. I backpedal heavy-footed, the blood loss starting to impact my motor functions as a crimson sheen covers my bare chest. I try to keep retreating but you're nipping at my heels, snapping the butt-end of the knife into my mouth and whipping my head backwards violently. My legs go weak, knees knocking into one another as I stumble into the wall to prop myself up, gurgling as I sputter up a mouthful of blood. yt

Leslie: smacking a hard kick in between your legs...followed by another...and another...then reaching over to the side and picking up a toe ring...one with a sharp element....I come back and smack some more pussy shots into you...yt

Stanacat: I'm sagging nearly to a knee as you approach, trying to cover my face but that doesn't help stop your next target. I'm lifted off the ground with each soccer kick between my legs, the last few clearly more sinister as there seems to be a sharp attachment. The last kick takes me to my tippy toes, dropping to hands and knees cupping my bare pussy. yt



Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Stana HP - 32; Leslie HP - 36

Stanacat: I can feel you hovering over me though I can't see it, attempting to blindly whip and uppercut between your spread legs. yt

Leslie: Arrrghh!!! feeling your sharp talons land hard on my tender mound, ripping across my pussy lips..BITCH!@!! I hiss! yt

Stanacat: You drop eye level with me as my fist splits your milky thighs, falling to your knees clutching your groin. With a renewed sense of energy, I try to sling you cheek-first into the concrete block wall behind us; once, twice, a third time. yt

Leslie: Ugh!!! the agony between my thighs unbearable...I struggle with you..as we match our womanhood against each other...knowing its all on the line here...as I struggle with you, we try and injure each other. hard shots back and forth...attempted...and blocked...but one of yours finally makes it past my defenses...as your right thumb scractches across my left eye..blinded temporarily...as you attempt to whip me into the wall finally succeeds...I go face first into the concrete..busting my nose!! blood wells out...and my once perfect pretty face is ruined all at once...screaming in agony...on my ass holding my nose..yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Stana HP - 13; Leslie HP - 36

Stanacat: I've finally taken as brutal and devastating a chunk out of you as you have me, your chest seemingly instantly coated in your own blood as the devastating contact with the concrete wall puts you into a tailspin. You fall to your backside while I search for the knife you were holding earlier or the crowbar I previously had, furiously digging through the sand while you clutch your face. yt

Leslie: hearing you laughing...pissed...I get to my feet and charge my head into your gut...smacking you against the wall...driving my fist, two pointer fingers first into you pussy with a fierce punch...and again...as your dazed from the blow, I grab your hair, and pull you to your feet...and run you head first into the concrete wall...then, shoving your face against it with all my weight, I drag your face across the sharp concrete...your tits pressing up against it as well....as I'm out demolish your womanly charms...one by one...rubbing your nose and face against the concrete...before stopping, turning your around, slaming the back of your head agasint the concrete...and then reaching down, biting your right nipple...hard...sucking...pulling, biting...regriping..until finally biting through it! tearing your right nipple from your breast..yt

Stanacat: Before I can find my finishing tool of destruction you awaken and come back to life, tearing into me with a fury you hadn't yet shown this whole fight. Each brutal strike to my pussy splits my lips, my body breathlessly quaking as you mercilessly fist me against the wall. In a split second I'm hauled to my feet and rammed forehead first into the wall, drawing my back to show a stream of blood trickling down my cheek. "AAAYYYYYYYYYYYYEEE!!" I squeal as you use a sturdy grip on my scalp to drag my cheek across the rough, graded concrete, ripping up my poor cheek and already shredded breasts. With the finishing touches put on your ice cream sundae, you slam the back of my skull against the wall and allow me to slump to the ground, sputtering as I attempt to breathe, my entire front half quivering and coated in a layer of blood. My breathing is labored as I try to stand before being hauled right back up. I start to sob as you clamp down on my right breast and tear like a dog, meekly protesting as I attempt to push you away but only making the pain more excruciating. Suddenly the pressure vanishes but the pain does not, looking down to see the bloody mess that was once my beautiful b-cup torn to shreds by your ravenous teeth. yt

Leslie: Reaching over to the wall...and grabbing my knife again "Looking for this, were you?" I ask glibly...as I use it like a surgeon...slicing apart your right breast....gouging, cutting....and tearing...running it up straight under tit flesh, against your rib cage...and cutting across...threatening to tear the entire breast off....yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Stana HP - 13; Leslie HP - 19

Stanacat: My entire sternum is throbbing with debilitating pain, my hands shaking as I attempt to clutch my bloodied bosom and cover it up. Suddenly you slide my hands out of the way and impale my slender midsection with the blade, digging the serrated edge beneath my skin and scraping my rib cage. My body spasms uncontrollably, violently coughing up blood as you drive the blade deeper. I can hardly control my hands as I weakly reach beside us and grab a metal shank, the handle-less blade cutting into my palm as I attempt to drive the blade between a pair of your ribs. yt

Leslie: Enjoying the struggle to cut your breast off...and exposing your ribs as I do it! giggles...loving the mild resistance....just like a brunette...so weak and incapable...when my eyes go wide...as I feel something...something inside me...between my ribs...cutting into organs in me...my face goes white..yt

Stanacat: My timing is impeccable, driving the steel shank into your midsection just before a hunk of flesh is torn from my chest. With a grimace I twist the steel knife into your side, grating against bone as I remove the blade and attempt to slice it across your tummy, just below your belly button. yt

Leslie: Feeling your blade withdraw...relieved at first...then terrified as I feel it slice my belly open....my belly muscles cut in half....and my insides nearly exposed.....my face in shock and awe...aware of just how far this has gone...and the incredible risk I'm facing now...yt


Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Stana HP - 13; Leslie HP - 1

Stanacat: It starts first with a thin red line before growing deeper, wider, blood pouring out from the wound in your abdomen. Your fingers shake as they go to the wound, crab-crawling out from underneath you as clutch your stomach and try to hold it together. "Any last words...." I sputter, still coughing up mouthfuls of blood as I shove you to your back. yt

Leslie: "Oh my gawd...It can't end like this....beaten by a flat chested brunette" I mouth off....still holding my chest desperately..yt


Stanacat rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Leslie rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Stana HP - 0; Leslie HP - 1

Stanacat: I work with labored breathing to my feet, staggered as I move over your spread eagle frame and stand over you, legs planted on either side of your stomach as you continue to cough up blood. Tossing the shank to the side I grab the crowbar once again and raise it with two hands above my head, preparing to impale you through the throat and end this. yt

Leslie: as you swing down, I twist to the side....slipping out from between your legs and grabbing your hair as the pipe sticks into the deep sand and you helplessly try to remove it...in one swift motion I take my knife and with one arching blow drive it deep into your neck's artery...splitting it open....you fall like a ton of bricks and allow me to roll you over to your backside before drawing the blade across your belly button....as you struggle to put pressure on your fatal wound I reach into the gash and mercilessly squeeze your insides..yt

Stanacat: I drive the spike down into the ground, but instead of piercing your neck all I do is lodge it in the sand where you used to lie. "GGGUULLLLLLGGGGHH" I sputter, clutching my throat as a bloody mist spews through the air, wavering, clumsily falling across the room as though my steering had been cut. I hit the ground convulsing violently, eyes glazing over until you draw your knife across my flexing abdomen and nearly spill my guts across the floor. I try to cry out but you thrust your entire fist into the wound, twisting and pulling as my hands attempt to remove your arm by the wrist but failing mightily. yt

Leslie: Watching you give way to the end "Well Stana, any last words?" I taunt...yt

Stanacat: I clumsily swing the shank I'm still grasping toward your hanging chest, falling well short as my eyes begin to rapidly flutter. My chest quakes, still gargling a mouthful of blood that sputters up across my chest with each breath. I attempt to moan; "FUCK YOU" as defiantly as I can, but the words aren't even formulated. yt

Leslie: picking up the crow bar...carefully and extremely labored as my wounds are significant...I drive it down hard into your rib cage, managing to split between the ribs, and tear your heart open...licking my lips as I do it..yt

Stanacat: Finally all motion stops as the spiked crowbar pierces my heart, falling still spread eagle in the center of the pit.

[Valen]

great match

[badboynaruto]

Goodfight

[Indian_Alpha]

Loved the fight.. Hope to see more of such fights.

[JobberBoy_NoLimit]

Interesting concept and nice descriptions!

[StanaKat]

Surprised the dice kept the match so close.  Good descriptions.

That's why I HAD to post the fight! Such crazy twists and turns

[RedEnforcer]

Fascinating dynamic with the dice. Not my normal read, but I did because I know Stana and her writing.

[katiedestroyer]

i would totally do a fight like this!