It is almost midnight and I have just made it to my ring side seat in time for the Midnight Death match announcement.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! THE TIME HAS COME FOR TODAY’S FINAL FIGHT!”
The crowd goes wild in anticipation.
“A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATH MATCH!!!”
Another raucous cheer goes up from the almost all female crowd. I relax back into my comfortable ringside chair and take another sip of my delicious gin n’ tonic. As usual, I have no idea who the combatants will be in this battle, but I am obligated to reward whichever one survive the brawl with victory sex. This is a duty I never complain about.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND THIGH HIGHS….NICOLE!”
A loud cheer goes up as the veteran brawler strolls quickly down the aisle. She does not look at all surprised to see me sitting next to the ring and swings a leg over my lap before plopping down onto me, her crotch rubbing against my already stiffening member.
“I knew you’d come to watch me waste another one of these pathetic whores.” She purrs right before her lips touch mine. F0rever the tease, the veteran brawler just lightly brushes my lips with hers before swiftly dismounting me and climbing into the ring to go to her corner.
“NICOLE IS 32 YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 136 WINS…49 LOSSES…AND 26 KILLS!!!”
The crowd erupts into frenzied cheers for the seasoned female fighter. TO last into one’s thirties in the violent world of the Green Tower City fighting venues is an accomplishment indeed. Few girls make it past age 23 or 24 here.
The raven haired woman gives her traditional smirk as she waits for her opponent to be announced.
The teenage fighter gets substantially less of a response as she walks down the aisle. A few women cheer, apparently aware of her brief Outer City career, but most of the women on the stands here have never heard of her. They are used to seeing hopeful 18 year-olds get dispatched here in their first pro fight.
I myself have seen the young pigtailed fighter in a few matches in the Outer City, and indeed she is a tough girl, but I wonder if she is any match for the vicious Nicole. She walks quickly up to me and climbs into my lap for a much more passionate make out session. The crowd stirs as the young woman grinds her crotch against mine and our tongues dance together.
“All right baby, keep it hard for me while I put this washed up old hag out of her misery.”
As she dismounts me, I am certain her request will not be a problem, though I wonder if she really has a chance against the Raven haired Nicole. She and the older woman glare icily at each other as she climbs through the ropes and goes to her corner.
“YASMINE IS 18 YEARS OLD AS OF MIDNIGHT AND THIS IS HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL FIGHT!”
“IT’S ABOUT TO BE HER LAST FIGHT!” Someone in the crowd yells out and several women laugh. Yasmine seems unphased by the catcalls.
The Executioner now enters the ring.
“OK LADIES! APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! MAKE NO ATTACKS OR YOU WILL BE EXECUTED IMMEDIATELY!”
The two women walk quickly out of their corners and march straight towards each other, stopping just inches apart. They know it would be foolish to ignore the rules of the Poison Lair with the notorious Executioner standing right there. The mysterious masked woman continues.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS COMBAT?”
