When I wake up in the morning I am alone in bed. Before long a sweaty and panting Danielle walks through the door. She has been out for a long morning run. This girl spends her whole day staying in shape so she can fight. She bursts into the bedroom, more stimulated than tired out from her morning workout, and dives on top of me. If it wasn’t for the “vitamins” I am constantly on, I would never be able to keep up with these women.
When we have finished we take a shower together.
“I need another fight! Let’s go back to the Death Cage!”
“Don’t you want to check out any of the other fighting venues in Harbor City?”
“Ugh!. The Death Cage is the only one that has death matches. I want to work on my collection! With this she gestures towards a small pillowcase laying on the floor of the bedchamber It is her trophy collection. The panties of all the kills she has made during her 8 years of professional fighting. With the 3 she took last night she is now up to 52 pairs, which is a respectable number for a fighting woman of 27 years of age. (The number announced at the beginning of her fights is slightly lower, as many of her kills have been in non-registered venues.) It is customary for a fighter to display her kill trophies on the wall over the headboard of her bed, but since we have been travelling Danielle keeps hers in a bag for now.
“But I LOVE to fight to the death! I only want death matches from now on! NOBODY can defeat me!”
“Do it for me? I want to check these places out. Think of it as easy money! We’ll make a game of it! You can win a fight at every one of the venues on The Strip!”
“UGH! The STRIP? That’s for TOURISTS! I want REAL fighting venues! The Death Cage is the only one in this pathetic city.
“We’ll be in Green Tower City soon enough and then you can fight in death matches to your heart’s content. I want to go check out the Strip. Come with me or not.”
“I guess I could just think of this as a workout day.” Danielle finally admits and we sit down to breakfast.
A few hours later we step out onto The Strip. It is indeed a gaudy place, reminiscent of the brightly lit Las Vegas of ancient times. We walk into the first so called “Fighting Venue” and in the middle of a large arena see a big pit of mud with some girls in bikinis rolling around in it, slapping each other…and GIGGLING.
“No.” Danielle says and we head out the door and into the next venue, where, once again in the middle of a large arena, there is a big gray mat and two girls in just their panties are rolling around on it, lightly slapping each other, and moaning with pleasure rather than pain. It’s one of these so called “Sex Fight” venues.
“No.” Danielle says and we walk back out the door. We check out a couple more of the so called “Fight Venues” on the Strip and it doesn’t take long before I find myself agreeing with Danielle.
“This is a waste of time.” Danielle sneers. “Let’s head to the Death Cage.”
“I have a suggestion.” Doctor Green suddenly pipes in.
“You could have led with that.” I say chuckling. Doctor Green does seem to have a peculiar sense of humor.
“I figured you had to see for yourself what “The Strip” is really like.”
“It’s not great.” I say and we all laugh.
“A couple blocks off the strip is a small club called KO Korner. It’s not a death venue, but they are on the Pro registry and the fights there appear to be legitimate. I could register Danielle into open challenge right now.
“DO it! I want to FIGHT!” Danielle says.
“Done.” Doctor Green pipes in immediately. It truly is a wonder how he gets things done so quickly. “You will have a fight lined up in approximately 90 minutes and the management will be ready for our arrival.
“Plenty of time for a burger!” I say and we head into the nearest greasy spoon for some food. While we dine, Doctor Green fills us in on the protocol of KO Korner.
“The fights take place on a small wooden platform in the middle of a hardwood floor. Spectators pay 50 credits to get in to watch the fights from behind a fenced in area. If they pay 200, they get to spend the day watching it on the inside of the fence, and may have opportunities to take part in the bouts to a certain degree.”
“Audience participation in fights?” I interject. So far in my short time in this strange new world, this has been one thing that seems to be strictly forbidden.
“Only if a fighter is thrown off the platform. Then the girls inside the fenced in area can attack the fighter. If she is rendered unconscious (which ALWAYS happens once a girl gets thrown onto the floor) the fight is over and the winner gets her victory but no credits.”
“So to get paid I have to knock out my opponent on the platform.” Danielle asks.
“Correct, and if you do so you will receive 500 credits.”
“Hmph. I got 6000 yesterday at the Death Cage.”
‘Come on, Danielle. We can go there again soon. I want to see this place.”
“All right. I will do it for you, baby.” Danielle says and kisses me. We are soon done with lunch and on our way to the venue.
As soon as we are off The Strip we find ourselves walking through a densely packed residential area with a small scattering of shops here and there. After another block of this we come to a more dilapidated looking area, with smaller houses and an abandoned looking “Karate School.” Behind that is KO Korner. It’s a small box shaped building. We are escorted in by our ever present entourage and as usual I am given a comfortable isolated space near the action.
We are treated to quite a scene when we walk in. A black haired girl in green panties is locked up with a red head in turquoise panties and socks. They are bloody, bruised and exhausted. They are grappling on a small 10 by 10 foot platform in the middle of a well let hard wood floor. There is a chain link fence surrounding the area about 20 feet out, and most of the spectators are behind it, but there are a number of women lining the inside of the fence. None of them are topless, which indicates they are not pro fighters, but they are all dressed relatively sexy.
Everyone is cheering wildly for one girl or the other.
Suddenly the entangled fighters tumble to the platform with the black haired girl on top. She punches her opponent in the face and some more blood splatters appear on the little stage.
“YEAH! FUCK HER UP MONIQUE!” SO the black haired girl’s name is Monique. She is cute. She cocks her fist for another blow, but takes a punch to the gut before she can deliver it.
“UNGH!” She falls backward and nearly falls off the edge of the stage, which gets a loud murmur of excitement from the women standing around the perimeter of the fenced in area, but the red head grabs her foe by the waistband of her panties and pulls her forward, into another punch. Monique then slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!!
“BITCH!” The red head shrieks and swings her arm back to return the slap, but Monique is fast, she darts forward and gives the red head an uppercut that nearly takes her head off.
THRACK!!!
The pig tailed ginger drops straight to her back, Monique mounts her and goes to work with both fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The beating goes on for several seconds until the warning bell is frantically rung….
Suddenly the entangled fighters tumble to the platform with the black haired girl on top. She punches her opponent in the face and some more blood splatters appear on the little stage.
“YEAH! FUCK HER UP MONIQUE!” SO the black haired girl’s name is Monique. She is cute. She cocks her fist for another blow, but takes a punch to the gut before she can deliver it.
“UNGH!” She falls backward and nearly falls off the edge of the stage, which gets a loud murmur of excitement from the women standing around the perimeter of the fenced in area, but the red head grabs her foe by the waistband of her panties and pulls her forward, into another punch. Monique then slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!!
“BITCH!” The red head shrieks and swings her arm back to return the slap, but Monique is fast, she darts forward and gives the red head an uppercut that nearly takes her head off.
THRACK!!!
The pig tailed ginger drops straight to her back, Monique mounts her and goes to work with both fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The beating goes on for several seconds until the warning bell is frantically rung….
Suddenly the entangled fighters tumble to the platform with the black haired girl on top. She punches her opponent in the face and some more blood splatters appear on the little stage.
“YEAH! FUCK HER UP MONIQUE!” SO the black haired girl’s name is Monique. She is cute. She cocks her fist for another blow, but takes a punch to the gut before she can deliver it.
“UNGH!” She falls backward and nearly falls off the edge of the stage, which gets a loud murmur of excitement from the women standing around the perimeter of the fenced in area, but the red head grabs her foe by the waistband of her panties and pulls her forward, into another punch. Monique then slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!!
“BITCH!” The red head shrieks and swings her arm back to return the slap, but Monique is fast, she darts forward and gives the red head an uppercut that nearly takes her head off.
THRACK!!!
The pig tailed ginger drops straight to her back, Monique mounts her and goes to work with both fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The beating goes on for several seconds until the warning bell is frantically rung….
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….MONIQUE!”
Monique seems to be not happy at all about her victory and simply stomps out of the cage in disgust. A couple nurses rush in and stabilize the convulsing loser of the fight, then a couple mat girls run in to drag her out of the fighting cage, A couple minutes later the mat girls return with some buckets and mops. They quickly mop up all the blood off the platform, then towel it dry. It isn’t until then that I realize Danielle has disappeared.
“NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE FOR THE NEXT BOUT…..IN THE BLACK PANTIES….A NEWCOMER TO KO KORNER…..DANIELLE!”
My sexy blonde warrior woman strides confidently down the aisle and into the fighting cage. She steps up onto the platform.
“DANIELLE IS 27 YEARS OLD! SHE HAILS FROM NEW AUSTRALIA WHERE HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 128 WINS…41 LOSSES…AND 31 KILLS!”
Danielle gets a healthy cheer from the women surrounding the fighting area. Though she is a newcomer, she made quite an impression with her triple kill last night, and the women of Harbor City are excited to see her in action again.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE LIGHT PURPLE PANTIES, SHOES AND SOCKS…YUMI!”
Down the aisle walks a cute young Asian girl, and she is getting a decent round of cheers and applause herself. She sees me sitting by the fighting cage and runs over, hops into my lap and begins to make out with me. Danielle howls with rage and the fans go wild.
“BITCH I WILL KILL YOU!” Danielle screams at the young girl sitting in my lap dry humping me.
“YOU WLL BE THE ONE WHO IS DEFEATED!” Yumi calls back to her and then dismounts me.
“I will be back in a few minutes, keep this hard for me!” Yumi giggles as she runs her hand down my hardened penis, almost making me cum into my pants. She strolls into the cage and Danielle looks ready to pounce on her, but two City Moderators make a move towards her and she returns to her corner. It is never wise to violate Fighting Protocol when City Mods are present.
“YUMI IS 19 YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 35 WINS…8 LOSSES…AND 6 KILLS!"
A few distinct voices call out encouragement to the young Asian fighter; her resident fan base it seems.
“LADIES…YOU KNOW THE RULES…WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!”
Now the crowd settles into a steady murmur of excitement as we all wait for the bell to ring. Several minutes pass….
DING! DING! DING!
