Ari Canizales winced as she dragged herself sideways across the floor of a Las Vegas penthouse. It was slow going as she inched along on her hands and haunches – for someone in a condition such as hers, even the most mundane of actions was an arduous task.
The carpet could be a very cruel and unforgiving venue, and those who sought to do battle within its environs rarely found anything in the way of comfort. Ari’s present condition was vivid evidence of this hard truth. Persistent hairpulling had thoroughly disheveled her immaculate dark locks and left her scalp throbbing. Dull pain radiated from her reddened cheeks and jawline, which had been on the receiving end of numerous strikes. Her skin had been seared by a plethora of scratches, while her breasts had been subjected to one of the most thorough assaults that she could ever remember receiving. Her attire for the evening, a white silk bra and panties with matching stockings, was in similar disrepair – the top had been violently relieved from her body early on, while the remainder of the ensemble was by now in tatters. It was difficult for her to believe that she was the same woman who not too long ago had stridden proudly into this room full of confidence about the night’s outcome; now, she would consider herself lucky just to be able to walk out of it under her own power.
At the present moment, Ari’s only thought was to try and keep her distance from her opponent. Lulls in the fighting had been a rare occurrence tonight, and she yearned to prolong this one for as long as possible. The outcome of the match was resting on the thinnest of margins, and even the smallest advantage could spell the difference between victory and defeat. That, at least, was how she rationalized it to herself in the heat of the moment. A less charitable observer would probably suggest that she was discouraged; that she had gotten more than she’d bargained for; that the women she faced was proving to be more than what she could handle. The perception that she was faint of heart rankled Ari to no end, but in the present there was very little that she could do to argue with it.
Lying a short distance away on the carpet from Ari was her opponent,
Haley Monroe. She, much like Ari, had been rendered woefully destitute by this point in the fight. A multitude of accumulated aches and pains weighed heavily on the blonde, courtesy of Ari’s zealous wrath. Haley’s fighting outfit, a black mirror of Ari’s ensemble, also testified to this – she too had been stripped of her bra, and the lower half of her lingerie had fared no better than the brunette’s. Presently, Haley was trying to lift herself up from a position of stretched-out prostration, but she thus far had managed only to raise her upper body off of the floor – she too was discovering how hard the simple things could be when she was heart.
It was forgivable to think that Haley had nothing left in her; that exhaustion might rise up at any second and claim her completely. Ari knew better than to believe such things. A spectator might only be able to see the tired blonde and be bullish on her chances, but Ari’s perspective was unique – she could see Haley’s eyes. Even through all of the heartache and anguish, they still burned with an unquenchable desire for vengeance as they remained squarely fixed on the brunette. The ignominy of being set up, defeated, and humbled by Ari in their
first encounter had been a terrible blow to Haley’s pride, one that would have lingered like an open wound over the course of the following weeks. But it had also clearly served as a powerful motivator, as Haley had likely thought of nothing else besides paying Ari back for everything that she’d had to endure. Now, with the end in sight and her moment of vindication almost in her grasp, Haley had no intention of letting it get away from her.
The audience in attendance had grown less reserved as the fight wore on, and at this critical juncture they were not shy about making their overwhelmingly pro-Haley sentiments known. With the crowd’s boorish cheers in the background, the blonde continued to rise up from the floor and creep slowly towards the brunette. Ari maintained her incremental crawl away from her foe, and for the next minute the pair engaged in this slow-motion pursuit. One thing was obvious though: bit by bit, Haley was gaining ground. Ari could see the distance between them narrowing, and once Haley made it the rest of the way to all fours, that gap would be closed entirely. Time, and options, were running short.
Ari waited until she was almost within Haley’s reach. She lifted her leg off of the floor and extended it rapidly, thrusting her foot out at the oncoming blonde. The blow was not blocked and it landed straight to Haley’s upper chest, but its delivery resembled a push much more than it did a kick. A second thrust of the leg carried more urgency behind it, and Haley seemed to falter as she was struck again – for a moment, Ari almost thought she saw the blonde’s arms threaten to buckle and give way. The brunette tried again for a third, but this time Haley managed to intercept it and catch her by the ankle with both hands – a hard wrench on the captured extremity dragged Ari out of her stance and onto her back in a reclined pose. Blonde curves came onrushing from above as Haley lurched forward and threw herself atop of the brunette, and moments later the battle was rejoined.
Cruel hands curled around Ari’s aching breasts and began to squeeze. Sharp nails sank into the vulnerable flesh and began to gouge. Ari howled in pain as she instinctively clutched and pulled at Haley’s wrists in a bid to free her chest, but she was unable to break the other woman’s hold on it. Compounding the threat, Haley was also starting to slide forward in an attempt to secure a sitting straddle – Ari thrashed wildly and reached up to push at the blonde’s chin with her right hand as she fought to deny the mount. It was now Haley’s turn to scowl as she grasped the wrist tightly with her left hand and worked just as hard to tug it away from her. This new war of wills was fiercely contested, but with leverage on her opponent’s side and the claw hold still encircling her left tit, Ari could tell almost from the start that it would be a losing proposition. Slowly but surely, her outstretched arm was being forced on a downwards trajectory to the floor. But just as Haley leaned in to pin it down all the way, Ari reached up with her other hand and sank it into the blonde’s hair. A sharp yank was followed by a loud screech, and soon after Haley was brought tumbling down to the floor beside her.
Ari did not waste any time as she moved to shove Haley onto her back and climb on top, but this reversal of positions was met with immediate resistance. Haley’s left hand had embedded itself into her hair and was tugging her head backwards – the blonde seemed to be of the same mind and was fighting equally hard to retake the place that she had just lost. Ari sank both hands into Haley’s platinum tresses and focused on shaking her foe’s head from side to side in retaliation. This gave Ari a slight edge in the fight for control up top, but Haley’s continued breast clawing went a long ways towards counteracting her efforts. Meanwhile, her legs were jostling against and had become entangled with the blonde’s as their lower halves engaged in their own miniature battle for dominance.
The sound of angry shouts and anguished shrieks, both hers and her opponent’s, filled Ari’s ears as the two of them writhed back and forth together on the floor. There was nothing artful or refined about the way in which they assailed each other; on display instead was an indulgence of the two women’s basest and most ferocious instincts. This kind of struggle surely suited Ari’s sensibilities more than it did Haley’s, but the latter wasn’t letting that daunt her. Indeed, Haley’s capacity for this kind of violence was truly astonishing – she was fully committed to fighting Ari’s kind of fight in order to beat the brunette at her own game. The results had been predictably ruinous for both women, and were only bound to get worse by the time that one finished off the other.
In truth, neither could afford to give any less than her all. Ari might have bested Haley once already, but that alone was not enough to earn her any kind of legitimacy – to fully shed the pouncer’s stigma, she had to prove that she could beat the blonde in an even contest. Those same mores simultaneously compelled Haley in a similar fashion – her prior loss to Ari could be written off as a fluke due to the adverse circumstances, but it remained incumbent on her to win any follow-up and demonstrate that she was still capable of dealing with upstarts like the brunette. These competing aspirations were existentially opposed to one another and required that each woman put everything on the line to resolve the contradiction – at night’s end, the winner would have sufficient clout to see that the loser’s career was effectively ended. One would have a future here, and the other wouldn’t.
Hairpulling was causing Haley no small discomfort, but Ari was not going to be able to subdue her by that alone. Meanwhile, the persistent harm being done to her own left breast by the blonde’s fingers remained as excruciating as ever. Ari let go with her right hand and redirected it to Haley’s left nipple, which she gave a malicious pinch and twist. In these close quarters, the sound of the wail that it tore from the blonde was satisfyingly vivid. At the same time though, it also resulted in a painful tightening of Haley’s gouging grip. Ari barely had enough time to seize the whole of Haley’s left tit and start squeezing it before her voice joined the blonde’s with a long and plaintive wail. With each fighter having one hand in the hair and the other holding jug, the tandem meting out and enduring of suffering continued unabated.
Haley’s leg was starting to push against Ari’s with increasing insistency. Ari promptly responded in kind and began to press back roughly with her own thigh. Soon though, the blonde’s upper body joined her lower half and shoved forward with one great heave. The sudden shift caught Ari off guard, and a brief feeling of distress flickered over her as she found herself being rolled onto her back. Furious tugging on Haley’s hair and equally motivated pushing with her own body carried their motion a further 90 degrees and saved Ari from being pinned down, but this shift in positions was nonetheless to her detriment compared to before. Her dominant right side was now trapped against the floor and restricted in its mobility while Haley’s was freed from such constraints, an advantage the blonde wasted no time in exploiting.
The attacks on her left breast were escalating. Ari cringed as all of Haley’s ire was now being directed at the trapped orb, which throbbed with each hate-filled tug and squeeze that was inflicted upon it. Ari uncoupled her left hand from Haley’s hair and lashed out with a pair of slaps to the face – these clumsy blows succeeded in forcing a pause, but only a very brief one. The blonde soon repaid her with another spiteful twist of her breast, again wracking her with a fresh wave of pain. Ari sank her nails into Haley’s right tit and raked them along the length of its flesh, but even this did not blunt the other woman’s zeal as her own breast endured another yank. Her thoughts racing now, Ari instinctively went for the nipple again, taking Haley’s right in her fingers and pinching hard. There was genuine hurt in the anguished cry that was coerced out of the blonde, and it sounded like music to Ari’s ears. More than ever, she was eager to hear even more.
Ari twisted the nipple and was rewarded with a loud and gratifying groan. Perhaps the more telling reaction though was the way this caused Haley to reflexively recoil away from her. She pushed forward on her opponent’s chest in that instant and the combined momentum succeeded in rolling them over another quarter turn with brunette on top of blonde. Haley was not quick enough to prevent Ari from securing a straddle across her waist, but she was by no means about to take things lying down; Ari had barely managed to sit up when a hard wrench on both of her tits threatened to tear her from her perch almost immediately. Ari cupped both of Haley’s breasts from the outside and bashed them into each other; the blonde’s fingers loosened but did not let go. Ari centered her hands on the breasts and thrust down, mashing them flat against the blonde’s ribcage as she twisted them. Haley screamed aloud, unable to maintain her composure; as the attack was repeated a second time, she let go and went for the brunette’s hands, pulling on them frantically.
Her opponent was on the ropes. Ari could feel it in Haley’s tired squirming. She could hear it in Haley’s beleaguered groaning. Ari put her entire weight into her hands and pressed down with them again as she squeezed and gouged her opponent’s breasts. She leaned in as she did and sought out Haley’s eyes with her own, engrossing herself in the gamut of emotions she found staring back up at her. Haley’s expression bespoke her distress, her anger, and her desperation, all of which Ari gladly indulged herself in.
This held gaze between them was not destined to last. The end came abruptly as a rueful set of claws slashed across Ari’s face.
It should have come as no shock the lengths Haley would go to in order to prevail in this contest. Nonetheless, Ari was unprepared for the blonde’s nails as they violently raked across her eyes and cheeks. She shrieked in both surprise and pain as the heinous attack rendered her temporarily blonde and opened the way for Haley to topple her over to the floor. If she’d had her wits about her as she laid on the floor clutching her face, Ari would have recognized the bad spot she found herself in. Gradually the pain began to subside and her vision started to return. It was urgent, perhaps more than ever, that she get up quickly in order to face her foe. But as Ari started to rise from the carpet, she was intercepted by the blonde’s hands. Haley was already up and poised to strike.
The two women were on their knees as Ari felt the blonde’s left hand on her shoulder. The right hand followed moments later in the form of a stiff slap that cracked like lightning on her cheek. Ari braced her hands on the carpet; the force of the blow would likely have knocked her over if she hadn’t. This left her wide open as Haley teed off for another slap, which again struck home and disoriented Ari even further. Haley’s hands migrated to Ari’s hair and stabilized her upright, though it was perhaps more accurate to say that the brunette was being posed for a coup de grace. A third and final slap was delivered moments later with great aplomb and sent Ari crashing back down to the carpet.
The room felt like it was spinning. The fact that Ari was now lying sprawled out on her back did little to remedy this. Had she gone out? Her head was in too much of a fog for her to know for sure. One thing she could discern though was that she wasn’t stationary. Tilting her head up off of the floor, her eyes gradually coalesced on the outline of Haley’s figure – the other woman had taken her by the ankles and was dragging her across the carpet. The blonde was looking out at the audience as she hauled the brunette towards their vicinity – clearly, she wanted them to have an up close and personal view of what was about to come.
Haley released Ari’s feet and reached down to strip the brunette of her panties, leaving her bare save for her hosiery. Despite the seemingly casual disdain with which she cast the garment aside, Haley had something very deliberate in mind – even in her haze, Ari could readily discern the look of fury in the blonde’s eyes. Haley knelt down on Ari’s right side and sank her left hand into the brunette’s hair, using the grip to hold her head upright. Meanwhile, the fingers of the right hand made contact at the navel – it was a light touch, but one filled with intense menace as they began to trace their way down towards Ari’s nether regions. She could both see and feel them as they made their descent – she squirmed briefly, but could not extricate herself from this predicament. Haley stopped her fingers at the outside of Ari’s womanhood, which delivered a very ominous tactile message: Haley had free reign to either ravish or ravage her, and there was absolutely nothing Ari could do to stop it.
A shiver ran up Ari’s spine as Haley caressed her gently. After a few slow strokes of her exterior, she felt the sensation of the blonde slipping inside of her, eliciting a soft but sharp gasp. The probing digits worked their way deeper and deeper, seemingly without end; but at last they began to curl inwards on themselves. Ari’s body responded immediately to this stimulus as she arched her back and began to writhe; her eyes went shut and her mouth opened wide as she lifted her voice to let out a loud cry.
Haley had chosen the latter.
Ari’s screams rattled the walls as they came one after another in succession. There was no holding them back as they flowed off her tongue – the pain being inflicted upon her by Haley’s crotch claw was among the most excruciating that she had ever experienced. Her hands went for the blonde’s wrist and tugged frantically, but the gesture was a token at best – this late in the fight, her best was not going to be nearly enough. Tears began to flow down Ari’s cheeks as the violating assault decimated what remained of her flagging resolve – she would do anything to make this pain go away.
“Say it,” Haley forcefully commanded, “Say you give.”
Anything but that.
Ari bit her lip and shook her head as she strenuously refused her opponent’s demand. Though not explicitly stated, it was widely known that the most sought-after prize in this particular match-up was a verbal submission. Haley was now closer than ever to this tantalizing goal, and she was in no mood to relent as she tightened her grip even further. Ari held herself in check briefly, but after a few moments the ever-increasing intensity of the torture compelled her to open her mouth and wail like never before.
As she worked the claw hold, Haley continued to repeat herself like a woman possessed. “Say you give! Say it, you little bitch! You’re going to say it!”
Ari was unrestrained in the vocalization of her suffering. Her voice filled the air in a seeming state of perpetuity, whether it was in the form of profuse sobbing or as sharper and more anguished screaming. But amid it all, there was not uttered a single word of surrender.
“Never!” Ari blubbered again and again, “Never! Never!”
Ari would likely pass out from the pain long before she ever considered conceding the match in any conscientious sort of way. Perhaps Haley had arrived at the same conclusion, for she at last released Ari’s womanhood from the devastating hold. Whatever the reason though, it was certainly not because she was finished with the brunette. Ari soon felt Haley atop her once more in a straddle – she struggled fretfully beneath the blonde, but became immobilized as her wrists were pinned to the carpet on either side of her head. Haley’s designs were soon revealed a moment later as she lowered herself down and slapped her bosom across Ari’s face.
The mutual enmity between the blonde and the brunette had been born out of a breast smother; for it to likewise end with one would be all too apropos. Haley’s chest descended once again, this time with the intent of enveloping Ari’s face fully, and it was only by turning her head at the last second that Ari was able to avoid being engulfed by them. This did not stop Haley as she began to mash down and grind with her jugs – just as much a taunt as a declaration of the inevitable.
All around her, Ari could hear the collective voice of the audience united in exhortation. It sounded quiet approving of Haley’s choice of finisher, laced with delight and revelry as it urged the blonde to put the brunette to her end. But as terrible a blow as getting smothered out might be, Ari knew that it would still be far from over. Haley would have a free hand in the fight’s aftermath, and what she had in mind would certainly be as vindictive as it was thorough. The humiliation would be too much, and by the time the blonde was finished, everything that Ari had worked so hard for would be gone.
She would lose her chance at what she wanted. Who she wanted…
A singular voice emerged. It rose above the cacophony of the crowd and spread out to fill every part of the room, drowning out all other sound.
Desperate and without any other recourse in sight, Ari had managed to turn her head back towards Haley’s chest and sink her teeth into the other woman’s right breast. Haley let loose what must’ve been the loudest scream of the night, an expression of unbridled and overwhelming agony. All thoughts of pursuing the smother evaporated in that instant, wholly replaced by a frantic effort to pry the brunette away from her. Ari bit down harder and hung on tenaciously as Haley tugged at her hair and pushed at her shoulders. In turn, she bucked and thrashed beneath her foe until she eventually managed to roll the two of them over.
The audience had gone noticeably quiet by the time Ari relinquished her bite. The laudatory cheers that once came from all directions in support of the blonde were no longer; instead there was now nothing but deathly silence. The only source of sound left remaining in the room was Haley herself, who was wracked with piteous weeping as she cradled her wounded chest. Lying next to her foe, Ari could hardly claim that she was doing much better. She could scarcely recall ever being as utterly spent as she was now. But even in her exhaustion, a familiar feeling was still stirring within her. It roused her into action and coaxed her into pushing herself up off the floor. This feeling smoldering within her was an overwhelming desire to continue hurting the blonde.
Ari crawled on top of Haley and seated herself astride the other woman’s waist. Bracing her left hand against Haley’s collar, she balled her right into a fist and slugged the blonde in the face. No consideration was given for punching technique, conserving of strength, or the damage done to her own knuckles – her rage was now in full control of her actions. A second, a third, and a fourth blow plowed into Haley, each swiveling the blonde’s head in turn. Ari nearly collapsed from exhaustion after the last one, but she managed to keep herself propped up as she surveyed her handiwork. She had pummeled Haley senseless, drawn blood from the other woman’s cheek, and given her the start of a black eye. But this was still not enough.
Ari turned her attention back to Haley’s tits. She effortlessly brushed aside the blonde’s hands from the large orbs and took them into her own. Sinking her fingers deep into the flesh, she squeezed tightly and yanked upwards on them with all of her might. The reaction from Haley was anything but stoic as her breasts were stretched to their limits, which caused her to shriek at the top of her lungs and thrash wildly beneath her brunette tormentress. Ari felt Haley’s hands grasp at her wrists with the same level of urgency, but this was well beyond the point of ineffectualness. Ari continued apply one wrench after another to the battered breasts, and with each Haley’s voice crescendoed further towards a singular unambiguous cry.
“Stop… Stop!” Haley wailed, “I give! I give!”
The words uttered by the blonde were the ones that Ari had yearned to hear above all else, but she did not heed them even after they filled her ears. Her hands and fingers remained fixed on the other woman’s tits, which she continued to beset with every last bit of venom she still had within her. It was only when the blonde’s anguished screaming gave way for disconsolate sobbing that Ari finally let go. Haley’s capitulation to her was total. She had won.
Ari got up slowly and looked over what she had wrought. Haley was completely broken as she lay at Ari’s feet – her lips were moving as if still trying to offer up some plea for mercy, but what came out of her mouth was little more than incoherent bawling. Standing over her defeated foe, Ari looked out into the crowd and searched their eyes for some sort of validation of her accomplishment. The reception that she received in return, however, was a cold one. This should have been a moment of triumph for her, but no one seemed eager to offer her the recognition that was due. Perhaps the point needed to be driven home for them even further.
Ari reached down and relieved Haley of her panties, leaving her likewise naked save for her tattered stockings, before taking hold of her by the hair and arm to haul her up to her feet. Ari tightly ensconsed her hand into Haley’s disheveled platinum locks as she compelled the other woman to march forward into the crowd. Haley almost toppled back down to her knees as she took her first step, but soon fell into a halting gait as she stumbled along at Ari’s insistence. In fight parlance, this was the Walk of Shame – an emphatic display of victress and vanquished as the former paraded the latter around as a living trophy.
“Look at her!” Ari demanded, “Look what I’ve done to her!”
The mood of the audience was already quite dour as Ari led Haley through their midst, and her words were certainly not going to endear her with any of them. The most recriminatory looks of all came from the other female competitors in the room. Ari paid them no mind. There was nothing they could do in the present to intervene on Haley’s behalf, and if any of them decided to do something about it in the future? Well, in time they would all be getting theirs.
The procession through the room continued at a leisurely pace, ensuring that all present had ample opportunity to see and understand where the pecking order now stood. Ari’s only disappointment was that a certain someone wasn’t here to witness it. Eventually, the circuitous route took the brunette and blonde back to the center of the fighting area. Turning Haley to face the crowd once more, Ari kicked her calves and took her legs out from under her, dropping the blonde to her haunches. Ari gently craned Haley’s head back to look upwards, sliding her own hands across the throat to cup around the blonde’s chin from behind. It was from this position that Ari bent forward and brought her chest down onto Haley’s face, folding her beaten foe into an exquisite breast smother.
Ari grimaced as her sore flesh pressed into and molded itself around Haley’s contours. The mere touch was enough to cause her pain, but she was more than willing to endure it in order to finish the blonde off. Going out to an execution-style smother was just what Haley deserved – a fitting extinguishment of her career, and a visual message that would not be lost on anyone. Ari relished feeling Haley squirm and hearing her muffled whimpers. She snaked her arms further around the blonde’s neck as she pulled the other woman even more tightly into breathless oblivion.
As expected, Haley resisted to the last gasp. She reached up and tried to pry herself free from Ari’s encircling clutches, occasionally slapping at the brunette’s forearms with one palm or the other. She shifted her head from side to side, desperately seeking any way out from the snug confines she was ensnared in. But it would all be for naught – just as Haley was sealed into the smother, so too was her fate already decided. Ari could feel grogginess seeping into the blonde’s movements as they became less purposeful. Haley’s grip began to falter, and eventually her hands slipped as her arms fell away to dangle at her sides. At last, her body succumbed and went limp as unconsciousness overtook her completely.
Ari hung on for just a little bit longer at the end as she jugged Haley to sleep. She then released the smother with a dramatic flourish, allowing Haley to slump face-first into the carpet. Ari stood tall with her hands placed squarely on her hips and her foot planted firmly atop her beaten foe.
Haley and her era of dominance were decisively finished. Ari, on the other hand, was just getting started.
