Mixed Brawl To The Death

[Gojiralink]

Hey everyone! Thought I would try out this writing thing for once. Let me know if you have any feedback and/or suggestions for future stories.

Brawl to the death

Jones really didn't want to go through with this.

He considered himself a fairly normal kid, with things to look forward to and things to live for.
But he had made some stupid decisions lately, and was now neck up with debt. He needed money, and fast.
So, when he first heard of some shady underground wrestling tournament with a huge prizepot for the winner, he thought he was dreaming.
"How bad can it be..?" he mumbled to himself.

So, after a few intense weeks of cardio and boxing training, here he was. He had entered the almost evil looking warehouse, which was completely isolated and dimmed down.
It was quite clear that whoever ran this show didn't want to see it beign disturbed by uninvited guests.
He managed to make out a desk in the back, behind the big stage where a sign read "sign in here".

After a few minutes in line, it was his turn to sign in. The older woman behind the desk glanced at him, scoffed and put down a document on the desk for him to read.
It soon became clear that it was a contract that they expected him to sign. As he got further down towards the bottom, he felt a knot appear in his throat.
It clearly read: "DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT - MIXED FIGHTS. POTENTIAL LETHAL INJURIES ARE SUFFERED ON OWN FREE WILL."

Jones had clearly not been up to date with the terms here. To him, this was just a quick normal "pin 'em down, get the prize".
He could just stare at the two elephants in the room: DEATHMATCH and MIXED. Was he really about the step into the ring against a woman? To the death?
This wasn't something that Jones wanted to be a part of and put the document down... But the he remembered why he was here. He really didn't want this. But he REALLY needed the cash prize.
With a sigh, he signed the contract. "How bad it be...?" he thought to himself. There was some conflicting thought though.
The thought of fighting a woman that had the permission to kill you, with her body, infront of an audience was a scary one. He couldnt really shake that feeling as he went into the dressing room.
As he sat there, all dressed, he suddenly heard the speakers go off in the main room. Curiosity got to him and he peeked inside to the see the screen light up to show information for his upcoming fight.


FIGHTERS:

Jones (USA): Record 0-0
Althought fairy used to physical training and cardio, he has never really been the fighting type. He hopes his agile form and speed will serve him.
Favours: Staying on his feet, tiring the opponent out and coming in for the kill.
Weakness: On the ground.



"Geeze, why did I follow the document blindly and type out my weakness?" he chuckled to himself, but was quickly interrupted when his opponent appeared on the screen.

Mika (JAPAN): Record 6-0
On the heavy side, Mika favours to use her weight to suppress the opponent movements and sap their strength by smothering their air away with her Bosom, belly and ass.
When the opponent appears more docile she sometimes changes it up and pummels them with her fists or go for lethal asphyxiation.
Favours: Using weight and gravity to her advantage, smothering, choking, ground and pound.
Weakness: Gets tired and frustrated quickly.



The two fighters where now in their separate corners, starting eachother down. By this point, Jones noticed the ring had quite the soft floor, almost like a mattress. "This could end up as a favourable matchup or as a disaster for me." Jones quietly contemplated.
I might be able to use my speed, but if she gets me down on the floor, I might be done for. Did he really want to do this? He still couldn't shake that feeling that he was making a lethal mistake by going through with this.
On the other hand, the contract was already signed, so there was no point in overthinking this.

Jones was jolted into attention by a loud timer counting down from 5.

Jesus, she was huge. If Jones had been a boob man, he probably wouldn't be as scared as he currently was.

"Ready to meet your end, little man?" Mika suddenly said in a quite raspy voice and made her boobs jiggle abit.
She was clearly already trying to get inside his head. "Stay focused, man..." he muttered to himself.

The bell rang and Jones could feel his adrenaline start pumping right away. This was it. One of them wasn't leaving this ring alive. Jesus, that was a scary thought.
The two fighters started circling each other, sizing each other up.

Jones wanted to try the difference in speed between the two, darting left and right, sometimes going in for a quick jab. But, this only served to annoy the big asian and Jones was soon running out of space to move.
Jones also noticed that she had been herding him towards one of the corners, and he had fallen for it, like an idiot. Mika uncermoniously landed 2 big punches right in his face, and boy did she pack a punch. Jones could
instantly feel a buzz in his head and his nose getting red. Not letting him get any relief, Mika rammed her body into Jones, pinning him against the hard turnbuckle with the her stomach and busom. The feeling of squishy softness from her body
in the front and the cold and hard turnbuckle from the back was a really tough sensation to ride out. Jones violently thrashed, trying to budge the hold, but to no avail.

But then the pressure eased up slightly. He felt a fair breeze meeting his face. He opened his eyes and there was Mika, blowing air into his face. She did it really softly though, as a mother would, blowing on a child's scraped knee.
He was really confused and dazed right now. Here he was, pinned between a turnbuckle and a soft, creamy cleavage belonging to a woman blowing air onto his face. This is not how he thought the match would act out.
"Savour this air. It's the last you'll get for awhile" she whispered with a wink. Then came the pain. Jones wasn't ready for the sudden headbutt coming. It blew his head back with amazing force, blood spouting out from the nose.

With her victim dazed and docile, Mika then proceeded to wrap her arms around him into a bearhug, squeezing the life out of the poor man against her flesh, and then proceeded to parade around the ring with her captured prey.
Althought Jones was extremely dazed, his head was resting against her chest and could hear her humming something. He didn't recognize the song but it sounded like a lullaby of some sorts. He had to bide his time and get out of this hold.
He had noticed that the hold was losening abit, probably from overconfidence from her. But just as he was about to try to bite into her shoulder as a dirty means to escape, she dropped him to the floor.
As he got up to his knees, she stood infront of him, looking down with a smile. "Look, since you're a real cutie, I'll let you decide what I'll use to kill you." she smiled.
Jones' heart sank in his chest. He had totally got lost in the very strange fight that he had forgotten the stakes. He was fighting for his life here.
"These." Mika used her hands to puff up her enormous busom, currently overflowing from a black sportsbra with a ridiculus gap to show of mounds of deep valley cleavage.
"This." She then pointed with her 2 index fingers against her belly, which sank in so you could barely see her knuckles.
"Or this." She proceeded to turn around and show of the biggest backside Jones had ever laid eyes on. He had never thought he could get this scared from something he would normally find kinda hot.

Jones didn't even want to answer her. He had found new vigor and was on his feet again. He offered up his hands in a test of strength and Mika was happy to accept. Their fingers closed around each other and they started circling
each other once more. Eventhough she had the sizeadvantage, her raw arm-strength was about even with Jones. The stalemate was only stopped when a knee came crashing into the midsection of Jones. With a crushed diaphragm he quickly wanted to break
the handhold but Mika had other plans.Cranking up her grip on his hands, Jones was forced down onto his knees. "I see you've made your first choice." Mika chuckled, looking down on a panicked Jones, still gasping for air. He then realised what she
meant when he looked straight ahead and only saw flesh. Her belly was filling his field of view almost completely and the reality of the situation was starting to sink in for Jones now. "N-no, wait I-".
Mika came crashing down on Jones and buried his pleas beneath her. Jones tried his hardest to scream and buck her off, but it was useless. The screams were unintelligible when smothered by her belly and the effort to lift her off
just made his muscles crave more oxygen. Oxygen that he had no way of getting. He was completely sealed off between the mattress-like floor and endless, soft flesh. The forced efforts to breath only managed to create airbubbles on her belly.

Mika kept the man beneath her flesh for 7 minutes before scooting back, planting herself sitting on Jones' waist. Jones was alive but very spent. The sudden attack of light and fresh air hit his face and the chock made him sit up
in panic. But there Mika was, waiting with open arms. She grabbed him behind the neck with one arm, keeping him up and starting to unload strikes with the other. By now Jones' face was numb from the trauma but he could still feel his nose violently
cracking, teeth breaking and he could now barely see from his left eye. He was helpless.

Suddenly the punches stopped. Jones grunted and tried to see what his potential murderer was up to. With a grin, Mika started to blow cool, minty air into Jones' face again. But this time it really just hurt his damaged face.
She then moved her perched lips closer and gave his broken nose a quick but very painful kiss. Jones started to scream, try to convince the people in the shadows around the stage to stop the match and let him go home.
He didn't want to meet his end in the sweaty clutches of this woman. But no one came to his aid. People were just cheering Mika on to finish the poor sod, and get this match over with.

"Well I guess this is it for you." laughed Mika. Jones started to whimper now, as he watched her reach behind her back, unhooking her bra. He watched with absolute horror as they spilled out. They would be the last thing
that he would see, feel or touch.

"NO PLE--" Then silence. Jones quickly lost his sense of hearing or feeling what was going on around him. So it came as a surprise when the back of his head bonked against the mat as they both fell backwards. This was it. She had him buried
beneath her cleavage and she had no intention of letting him out. She was going to kill him. He wasn't sure if the wet sensation on his face was sweat from her crevices or blood from his nose but it only served to suffocate him faster.
He was slowly slipping......


The stage broke out into a loud roar when Mika finally locked into her signature finish move "The breast smother". She always took her time to enjoy it. Always gave her victim abit of needed air with more and more time inbetween.
She always removed her bra before to enjoy the skin-to-skin it provided, to take a life in such a sensual matter. It meant the world to her.

Jones (USA): Record 0-1 DECEASED
Unfortunately met his early end against his match Mika (JAPAN), from asphyxiation / Breast smother



Mika (Japan) Record 7-0
Keeps her streak going with smothering beign her primary tool. Will she ever meet her match I wonder?

[kman3uk]

Very well written - loved the domination and the size difference - just wish it didn't end in a death. That's going too far for me. A knockout defeat would be fine.

[RyonaGuy]

Thought this was a great story mate! Really hope you do a few more like it!

[Gojiralink]

Originally Posted by kman3uk [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Very well written - loved the domination and the size difference - just wish it didn't end in a death. That's going too far for me. A knockout defeat would be fine.

I knew coming in it's not everyone's cup of tea.

Will definitely mix it up in the future, don't worry

[kman3uk]

Thanks Gojiralink - appreciated.

[dragoness' wrestling fan]

Excellent,

[Gojiralink]

Originally Posted by dragoness' wrestling fan [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Excellent,

Thank you

Really good story would have prefered if she used her butt to hurt him too but great overall!

[Gojiralink]

Originally Posted by Milkas [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Really good story would have prefered if she used her butt to hurt him too but great overall!

Agreed, she will return to use all of her weapons, don't worry!

Thanks for the compliment