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Celebrity (eGirl) Death Match Vera vs … ?!
“The runways are still long,” Celebrity Death Match host, Nick Diamond, announced on fight night in Shadow Arena. The pale and pasty skinned, but very successful blue haired fighter, Vera, had set out from a tunnel that led to lockers and into the spotlight. Fans cheered, jeered, threw things, heckled, hoped to get Vera to see their signs or take pics with them, etc. Vera mostly ignored the crowd with her mind set on killing another eGirl. Apparently, winning the eGirl Royal Rumble hadn't been enough for Vera, but that had been a crazy battle and things had changed with the company and its set up since then. Vera still seemed to like to fight and dominate.
Nick's co-host, the taller and clean cut Johnny Gomez with jet black hair said, “There is no ring tonight like last time when Vera fought Mia with drastic repercussions for the loser.” Johnny and Nick wore suits and ties as usual, sitting at a table just down from the audience stands to best see the fight on the hard concrete floor in the middle of the stadium. Nick was trying to appear more sophisticated, drinking whiskey on the rocks with a chaser plastic cup of amber draft beer also on the table. Nick had beer suds in his brown mustache.
“Yeah, I beat that loser Mia once and for all to prove I'm better!” Vera said, pushing blue locks past her pointy and long elf ear cosplay add-ons. It looked like Vera was really an elf. She wore a pink and purple skimpy bikini. She was small and petite, but fiery and ferocious when it came to fighting.
“You just have the last win in your rivalry,” James, the man in charge and perhaps a Shadow in the company said. He didn't need a microphone like Johnny and Nick to project his voice. James walked around in the crowd and engaged in the fights like a guest ref or combatant himself. The fights were often brutal to the max, comically impossible, and full of sexual shenanigans. For the last reason, James barely wore much clothes. His head and face always appeared blurred out, but he seemed to have short dark colored hair, unless that was an unreal projection. James wore silky silver gym shorts with a banana print on them and a gaudy Hawaiian shirt open over a white wife beater. James had a hairy chest and legs.
“Mia is getting gang banged, bound, and gagged by goblins in James's secret laboratory basement,” Nick said excitedly, “debasing herself for the amusement of the highest paying clients! I've yet to be able to afford or get the nerve to try and buy an option or get in there with her.”
“Mia will earn her way back into the fighting lineup very soon at this rate,” James said, touching a wheel on a stick like what one would imagine at a carnival or festival. The wheel was split into portions with the names of different eGirls on it. Vera rolled her eyes and got closer to the fighting area with her arms folded over her barely protruding chest. Vera had blue cloud like tattoos on her left arm. She had tattoos of the faces of anime style women on her thighs, little notches as eyebrows, and a jeweled necklace as the exact same outfit she'd worn when beating Mia here not that long ago.
“Not everyone will be as successful as Mia,” Johnny said. “It could be that tonight's loser is holed up in a sexual and humiliating hell for four score and seven years or more or even eons!”
“The losing broad will be scored on and scored in several times,” Nick said, “for several months; many minute sessions, and all available for your viewing pleasure with purchase! Discounts available online shopping with the codes on the back of tonight's fight tickets!”
“You're so dumb, Nick,” Vera said. “You probably don't even know what Johnny says half of the time.” Nick stuck his thumb in his mouth and pretended to blow on it. He made his middle finger rise and fall slowly as if he were inflating it to flip Vera off. “Cute,” Vera said. She scoffed and finally got down the sloped runway enough to see the Wheel of eGirl Competitors.
“You may have some success fighting here little lady, but you're not all that!” Nick rebuked. “You're small and flat, and not some super model! Get smart with me, and maybe I'll fight back!” Vera stuck out her tongue and made a fist with an upward punching motion. Nick said, “Fame has gone to your head and extended with your ears! I'm sure you can hear well now that fans aren't all on your side, especially after what you did to recent friends like Sara!”
“She was a dumb whore,” Vera said. “And these ears are fake, Nick, you dumb ass!”
“Someone got grumpy on her long stroll down the runway,” Nick said, sipping his whiskey. Johnny eyed the glass like he was concerned that Nick's drinking might lead Nick to be more confrontational and to get in a possible fight. Nick added, “It should've been a happy trail, but we've all seen your naked imp body so many times we know you don't have a happy trail or any blue hair down low.”
“It could be different tonight,” Vera said. “You'll just have to wait and see. I'll kill whoever gets in my way, even James!”
James guffawed. He patted bald ref, Mills Lane, on the back. James said, “We appreciate all the votes on who Vera should fight next and what basement laboratory perils should await the losers, but I wanted to put Vera's fate in her hands! She'll likely have a hand full with her opponent and my cock when she gets knocked down! All fans have signed waivers that the company is not responsible for their deaths if they decide to antagonize staff or fighters or to join the fray. We encourage you to throw in weapons and to get your rocks off as I do watching and engaging if you dare risk your life for it!”
“None of these sissies will do anything except throw shit, I bet,” Vera said, shaking her head at the masses. Vera stomped over to wheel and growled, reading off some of the names under her breath. She knew that 'Cherry' was a code name for a particularly awful slut who had stolen her most recent boyfriend. Vera clenched a fist and punched that part of the wheel.
“I bet there's magnets or something in the wheel to make it land on who James and the fans want anyway,” Nick said.
“I'd allow it,” Mills the ref said. “I haven't checked the wheel though. That's all on James.”
“Give it a spin slut!” James said, smacking Vera's ass. Vera glared at him and grabbed a rung of the carnival circle. Vera pulled down like she wanted the entire wheel to fall apart. It whirred and whizzed quickly with dizzying speed. James added, “All possible options are ready in the locker room in their bikinis with staff ready to release them and guide them down with electric pokers.” James winked.
“Are they like prisoners?!” Nick asked. James grinned mischievously. Nick said, “Whether they are clone slaves or not, that is hot! Sparks will fly when we see who Vera will be fighting to the death tonight! Literally!”
The Wheel of eGirl Competitors slowed. The ticker dragged the notches. The cherry red triangle of 'Cherry' came into view, but it didn't look like the stopping point – at first! The last click of inertia at the top of the wheel put 'Cherry' as the eGirl selected. Fans cheered. Vera's face turned an angry shade of purple. She spit, cursed, and then laughed like a maniac wanting to murder.
Strobe lights poured over to the dark tunnel of the other runway. The entrance was lit with sparks from an electric stick. A tall busty babe with her hair in two colors like Harley Quinn and a gold one piece bikini made her way down the runway, scowling. Her milky white breasts bounced. Fans jeered and cheered. Cherry said, “I knew you were gunning for me, Vera! It will be my pleasure taking your life after I took your boyfriend! I'm much hotter than you, so it's no surprise he chose me!”
“I would, and I have, banged you both,” James said.
Both gals made annoyed noises and shook their heads. The leggy well endowed lass quickened her pace; ready to prove herself in her first battle in Shadow Arena and to kill. Nick said, “Cherry is getting some real attention! She is popping her Shadow Arena eGirl fight cherry tonight, and we all want to see that! I hope she is as much of a bimbo as she is proportioned!”
A female high pitched laugh made its way over the speakers as if a new Shadow had hacked James's system. James scrunched his nose. “She is!” the feminine speaker said. The lights went out.
“Take cover!” Nick shouted. Fans sounded scared and horrified. “We could be in trouble! The place is compromised!” Nick got under the table. Johnny continued sitting there. The lights came back on.
Several short island men with electric sticks were corralling Cherry back up the runway, zapping her pasty ass and her milky jugs. Next to Vera, Mills, and James, stood arguably the most iconic eGirl of all, Belle Delphine! The short and kinky small bodied internet sensation, Belle, wore a cosplay bikini outfit of D.Va from the Overwatch games. Belle's long hair was a dirty blonde. A Cheshire cat grin was plastered all over her cute face. The two pink marks under each cheek almost like cat whiskers were characteristic of the brunette game character D.Va. Belle's bikini had white straps with light blue horizontal stripes. The top had a white bunny head on a pink circular background where Belle's nipple would be, representing the self-destruct option for D.Va's robot mechas in the Overwatch game. The bikini top showed some nice cleavage and underboob flesh. Belle wore one gray fingerless glove on her right hand and white and light blue striped thigh high stockings with the bunny face on them and the words, 'I Play to Win' in black on white stripes by her knees.
“What the Fuck is this?!” Cherry shouted, trying to avoid being shocked again. She snarled, looking over shoulder. “This is my fight! Fuck you, little slut! I'll kill you both!”
Belle pulled down on her cheek below her eye, careful to not touch the cosplay makeup. She stuck out her tongue, and then bent over so that her ass would stick out. Belle taunted Cherry by smacking her own rear. Belle said, “I was selected fair and square!” Belle booty bumped the Wheel of eGirl Competitors and all the different colored triangular pieces fell off, revealing themselves to be lightly attached paper. Every section on the wheel now had Belle's name on it!
“I really don't care,” Vera said. “I hate you both. I could kill either one of you!”
“You've got to hate her more,” Belle said, pointing to Cherry. Belle then cupped her own mounds and shook them, to remind Vera how she didn't compare in matters of breast size. Belle winked and added, “You hate me because I'm the most popular eGirl, but I have tons of haters because of that! I was supposed to win the Royal Rumble, but you sort of cheated your way out of a lot of the fight before winning! … It was smart! I liked it. I couldn't and didn't really last against more than forty opponents, but I wanted to battle you especially, Vera, one on one!”
“I don't know what is up with you, and Sara, and the dumbest sluttiest uglies wearing that same cosplay outfit all the time,” Vera said. “Just looking at you pisses me off. You'll likely be a better fight than stupid Cherry. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and it would've been fun humiliating her, but I'm just as eager to send you to eternal hell!”
“And what will that eternal hell be?” Nick asked. “Is there still a tentacle monster in a lab room for Vera if she loses?!”
James shrugged and said, “There are all sorts of monsters, rooms, and scenarios in my lab. Maybe I'll make a poll for the specific loser at the end of the match.”
“The mechs in Overwatch are like robots,” Johnny said. “Belle as loser could be forced into a robotics lab that... takes advantage of her sexually.”
“Just say fucks my brains out and rapes me,” Belle said. “It would only be rape too if I didn't like it.”
“You disgust me,” Vera said. “Don't say stupid stuff like that. It gives perverts an out.”
“Yeah,” Belle said. “I am a pervert. I know! We could have the loser forced to play video games and do sexual favors to the winner, if she loses, while getting paid per play! I would make bank that way and be seen as a challenge, but Vera would just lose at everything!”
“Why do you think I'm bad at video games?!” Vera asked. Belle began to answer, but Vera just snatched blonde hair, and slugged the bustier battler in the mouth.
“And the fight starts!” James said. “We have the latest claytronic digital matter technology here, so if we can dream it, we can get it into the fighting area as these nasty naughty eGirls try to off one another in another epically sexy catfight!”
“Claytronic?!” Nick asked. “Is he being racist?! We used to be clay, Johnny!” Johnny shook his head.
The blonde clawed her rival's arm. Vera slugged Belle in the belly. Belle's eyes crossed. She stuck out her tongue making a classic Japanese ahegao sex face. Belle tried to pull down James's shorts. He knocked her hands away.
“I'll do it myself if I need to, and I won't,” James said, getting a huge bulge. It looked like his manhood had been inflated. That much blood down there would've made a normal person faint. A blur went from the short end of James's banana shorts past his knee. Belle got a hand on it. She needed the grip as Vera landed a blood splattering punch to Belle's mouth. Belle staggered, ducking low to use her lips on James's shaft. Vera stomped Belle atop the head. Belle staggered. She jumped, throwing her arms around James's shoulder to avoid Vera's next kick.
The eGirl with the elf ears, Vera, kicked James right in his oversized dong. Vera shook her head and said, “Ew. I never want to touch James like that.”
A projection of a pained face emoji showed up James's blurred head. One hand was under Belle's tight booty, and the other went to massage his nuggets that had been undoubtedly mashed by the contact. Belle tried to give James a smooch, but he moved his head and then pushed Belle away. James turned and slammed Belle's back into the concrete dividing wall keeping the fans from the fighting area. One fan with long arms and long fingers was able to snatch a strand of Belle's long hair. Someone else threw a soda like Sprite all over Belle's head, and of course it got on her chest and onto James too. James smashed Belle's back against the wall. Her legs that had been wrapped around his back dropped down. James said, “I'll come for you when I want you! Don't make me punch the sense into you!”
“You wouldn't hit wittle ole me, would ya?!” Belle asked, bending over, pouting her lips, and pushing her wet sticky tits together. James responded with a right hook to the top of Belle's boob. She yelped. A left hook plowed into her nipple where the self destruct bunny emblem on her bikini was. Belle's eyes opened wide in shock. She gasped and drooled on herself. Vera pushed James to the side and swung her leg high with a spinning kick. Vera's foot mashed into Belle's lips and mouth. The cosplay chick bounced off the wall and fell onto her side with crimson spilling from her agape mouth.
“You're self destructing,” Vera said, getting a rough grab of Belle's hair. “No one looks up to you. You got looked down on and beat off to by sick incel losers. Congrats! I'm going to make you so ugly and gone for so long everyone will forget about you!”
“Not possible,” Belle said, giggling. A big bloody clump of hair came off Belle's head into Vera's jerking grasp. Vera spat and cursed. Belle said, “Owie!” She frowned, but then scrambled on her knees and grabbed Vera by the crotch. With near ninja speed, Belle pulled forward, revealing Vera's clean cut cooter. Belle pulled on Vera's thighs. Vera's ass hit the ground. Her tiny eyebrows forked. Belle pulled at Vera's pink and purple bikini bottoms and Vera's legs, depantsing her foe. Belle put Vera's bikini bottoms on her head like a hat. Belle clapped and pranced, saying, “I got her open and ready for you James! You're like me and will fuck anything! Any fans want a crack at this boobless pasty ho?!”
Vera shrieked. Her pale face flushed. She tried to grab and pull out more of Belle's hair, but just ended up shredding her own bottoms that had been on Belle's head. Vera then headbutted Belle. Their noses mashed together and flattened like pancakes. Both of them snorted and choked on blood as they separated. Vera scratched Belle's boob in order to grab the white strap of her bikini top. Vera decked Belle with another big right hook. Belle's tongue hung out. She looked dazed with her socks slipping on the floor and her lips busted open. Vera left Belle's top intact. She let go and tried to bite Belle's eye. The blonde yelped. Vera's sharp teeth chomped down over Belle's eyebrow, prompting a healthy squirt of blood. Belle tackled Vera.
The bikini-clad fighting chicks crashed chests into one another. Vera's perky orbs were hard and her nipples were poking the pink print of her skimpy top. Belle had a lot more jiggle to her bust with sticky Sprite stopping any nip slips. Belle really pumped her legs and put her head and shoulder into Vera's ribs to take down the bottomsless bitch. The nearly nude narcissists hit the cold hard concrete. The back of Vera's blue haired head clonked slightly. She winced. Belle mounted Vera; first sitting on Vera's freckled tummy. Then Belle adjusted her bottoms to give herself a wedgie. She sat back on Vera's crotch and wiggled her hips while pressing her knees into Vera's ribcage violently. Belle bounced her butt on Vera's bean. Belle leaned forward, pushing on her sideboobs to make her melons squish and dangle. Belle smothered Vera in her cleavage and quoted Sprite slogans, saying, “I like the Sprite in you! Obey your thirst! Taste my tingling titness!” She changed that one a bit, but it almost sounded like tartness. Belle arched her back and raked her nails over Vera's chest. Vera came too, gasping for breath, snarling, and biting at the air. Belle tore off Vera's bikini top and said, “Thirst for yours, bitch! Woohoo!” Belle waved Vera's top like a helicopter blade.
“Belle was getting her butt kicked, but she has Vera in the nude now,” Nick said. “Nice.”
The now naked vixen, Vera, leaned up and elbowed Belle across the face. She knocked Belle over and rose to her feet. Vera kicked the busty blonde bimbo in the bread basket. Belle panted like a bitch. Vera stomped Belle's ankle. “You're all nakee now!” Belle taunted, sticking out her tongue. Vera kicked Belle in the chin and the temptress bit her tongue. Blood sprayed from her half severed tongue. Belle slurped her tongue back in her mouth, looking a little worried. She said with a bit of a lisp, “Get 'er Yames! I yot 'er tah'ff!”
Silver gym shorts reflected the stadium lights flying through the air. It made the banana print look like it was dancing. James grabbed Vera's wrists from behind. She shrieked. He humped her like a big dog, forcing her to the ground. Vera screamed and attacked James. She cursed and raked her nails into the blur that was his face. Scarlet slopped from the man's head, but then he pinned Vera's arms down, entering her with several animlastic thrusts. Belle got to her feet and pointed and laughed at Vera. Vera kicked and James and thrashed to get free. Belle reached into her sock and pulled out her cell phone. She had figured out how to speak better with her messed up tongue and said, “How humiliating! I'm gonna take selfies with Vera getting porked in the background! He's not even into her! You can tell how he's looking at me!” Belle snapped photos just of Vera, and then put her back to James and Vera for selfies. Belle pointed and made goofy faces for her phone. Then she scrolled on her cell to order a drone delivery from Amazon.
“I... WILL... KILL you both!” Vera swore. There was a blur where James's member was out of his yellow boxers and entering Vera from the rear. Belle waved at a flying device with the Amazon arrow emblem on it. The drone dropped her padded envelope package. Belle tore into the plastic with her teeth and pulled out a ball gag and a strap-on dildo.
“Yay!” Belle said, clapping. “I'll shut Vera up for real, and this toy has lots of fake jizz in it! Take that elf about to be fucked on a shelf!”
The nails of the railed eGirl scratched the concrete, making Nick and many fans hold their ears. James put Vera in a headlock, but she continued to try and fight him off. She tried to grab and burst his balls, but he lifted her arms into the air, and tripped her to fall atop her. Belle put the ball gag into Vera's mouth and then humped Vera's face with her crotch. Vera looked mortified, and the buckle was strapped very tight around her cheeks and head. James said, “You're next, Belle!”
“Throw her to me already to fight,” Belle said, strapping on the phallic toy over her waist. Vera finally got her hands and arms free. She hit James so hard in the chest that all the buttons on his Hawaiian shirt burst off and his chest looked concave. James leaned back. Vera leaped out of James's reach. She punched Belle in the side of the head. James touched his wiener. The tap turned into a few big strokes. Belle's eyes opened wide. Her jaw gaped open. James unloaded. He nutted and the forceful white spray hit Belle's chest, body, and face. She tried to tug white clumps out of her hair and the band of the sex toy that hadn't been clasped right fell to the floor. “I'm all wet and oiled up for wrestling,” Belle said, winking and turning around to face Vera. Belle rubbed the jizz into her breasts and belly. It was like syrup between her fingers, hanging and oozing. She licked and tasted some of it and said, “Yum.”
Vera ripped the ball gag leather into two pieces. She forced the ball out, breaking the device, and wound up like a major league pitcher. She chucked the red clown ball at her clown of an opponent. Belle's dumb dick hungry mouth hung open as usual and the ball went right in. Belle swallowed hard, crying. Vera charged at Belle and whipped her in the face hard – SMACK! Red flecks came off Belle's face. There were abrasions on her cheek and eye from the lashing. Vera plowed into Belle, knocking her over. She got up and dropped her elbow into Belle's navel. Belle whimpered and spit up the red ball like a volcano erupting. The round rubber projectile came out with saliva and slobber all over it. It hit Vera fast and hard in the forehead, knocking Vera onto her back. Vera let go of the leather pieces in her hands and clenched her fists. Vera had a thick round bruise between her eyes.
“Alright, Vera,” James said. “Get Belle naked for me. I'm ready for round two!”
“I won't do anything for you, creep!” Vera shouted.
“I'll help get it started,” Belle said, flipping her bikini top up over her mounds to show her nipples. The fabric got stuck. Belle spit on her chest to make it glisten and look more oily. Vera tried to cling onto Belle's boob, but the elven warrior's hand slipped off. Belle hugged Vera, rubbing up and down on her. Belle put a finger into Vera's glory hole. Their legs entwined. Belle thrust all her weight forward with a yelp, taking Vera down with a body slam. Vera sliced over Belle's mounds and teats with her nails. Belle grabbed Vera's short blue hair and said, “You normally get all your hair ripped off bald! I'll rip off your ears instead!” Belle pinched Vera's earlobe. She tore from there, and got the entire ear including the elf extension with a clump of blood in her hand. Belle giggled and tossed Vera's ear up towards the audience. Vera kicked Belle in the back. The blonde fell forward, accidentally knocking her elbow into Vera's mouth. A few of Vera's teeth cracked. Belle sat back and got rocked in the mouth with a punch from Vera. Belle swayed.
“I ought to break your stupid phone!” Vera said, sitting up and taking it from the top band of Belle's stocking at her thigh. Vera pulled Belle's bikini bottoms crooked and shoved the phone up there. She took some accidental pictures and put it on flashlight mode. Vera made a disgusted face and lost grip of the phone. Belle reached for her phone, getting on her hands and knees. Vera put Belle in a headlock. The topless model's breasts dangled and scraped the unforgiving floor. Belle's blonde hair got in her face as she was choked. Vera yanked and put weight on Belle's back to flatten her foe. Belle's front squished and mashed on the ground. Vera sat back, yanking Belle into her lap. James lurked close behind. Vera grabbed Belle's phone and snapped a pic of Belle's bluing face and her half severed tongue hanging out. Vera said, “My pics of me kicking your ass and choking you out on your phone will get more likes than any of the stupid shit you post, Belle!” Vera smiled and snapped another pic. She pulled Belle forward onto her hands and knees again.
“That'll do!” James said, shoving Vera off Belle. The blonde was just about to writhe free anyway, getting her cleavage goo on Vera's arm. Vera looked disgusted. James grabbed Belle's hips first to ram her doggy style. She was all too into it, gyrating and making orgasmic cooing noises. James grabbed Belle's boobs and groped her. Belle hopped off James's rod, and turned around to offer her tits for fucking. Belle's bikini bottoms were insanely bunched and crooked. “That's not bad,” James said, trying out the cleavage for his wang. He pulled Belle's hair. She tried to shift to sucking him off. Vera tried to kick Belle in the head, but James jerked Belle away like Lucy moving the football for Charlie Brown to kick in a Peanuts cartoons. Vera flipped in the air and landed on her tailbone.
James lifted Belle up under the armpits to bang missionary style. Belle looked over her shoulder, pointed, and laughed at Vera, who couldn't hear well with only one ear. Belle said, “I'm trolling you so hardcore! All night! Hehe!”
“Hardly,” Vera said, getting up and dusting off even though what was on her was mostly liquid in the way of blood or not going to come off in the way of bodily damage or bruises.
Belle got shot off James's ride like a projectile rocket. Her ass slammed into Vera's face, knocking out both of Vera's front teeth. Both chicks rolled and tumbled on the ground. Belle got to her feet and adjusted her bottoms to cover her dripping private area. Belle pointed at Vera and said, “You're always trying to copy me, Vera, and sucking at it!”
“You're the sucky whore!” Vera said, getting up, slowly. She spit a loose tooth out and added, “I don't want to be anything like you!”
“You were taking pics like I was!” Belle exclaimed. “Hey! Speaking of which! I want my phone!”
“No phones necessary,” Mills the ref said. “Come on ladies, let's get it on! A little smack talk is ok, but not too much! I won't allow that!”
“How about this for a smack?!” Vera asked, palming the bald old man's cheek with a THWACK! His eyes crossed. She leaned up against the dividing wall and saw a copy machine materialize.
“And this is the technology James spoke of earlier,” Johnny said. “Speak of copying, and a copy machine shows up! Awesome!”
The topless blonde walked over to the copy machine in awe. Vera shook her head as Belle bent down to look. Vera's first punch hit Belle in the nipple. Then Vera gutted Belle with a blow to the tummy. Vera put Belle in another choke hold with her blue tattooed bicep over Belle's throat. Vera said, “What?! You've never seen a copy machine before?! Office whore! I'll copy you alright!” Vera opened the top of the machine and slammed Belle's boobs down. Vera hit Belle several times in the head with the heavy top of the machine. Vera pressed copy and sheets of paper with squashed boobs came out with the hum of the machine and its flashing lights. Vera had her hand up Belle's butt and on her back to keep her hanging over the copy machine and situated there perfectly.
The flashing lights began to blind the fans and hosts. The camera crew took their aims to the pictures coming out of the machine. The paper showed Belle's face getting flattened and bleeding all over with Vera's hands in her hair and scratching her face. Then more of Belle's boobs. Then Belle's ass. The WHACK WHACK WHACK of the top of the machine being used as a weapon and the screaming of the gals was loud. Then out of nowhere seemingly, the pictures were of Vera getting her head and face flattened. “Woah!” Nick said, “A lot is going on with that copy machine and those catty fighting maniacs! Here's another switcheroo! Back to Belle getting tormented! Are her nips milky?!”
“They are going to run out of paper at this rate,” Johnny said. The pictures began to get goofier. Vera and Belle's faces were side by side, smiling or doing cheeky and teasy things like friends in a photo booth. Then there was a few pics of just a big dong (likely James). Then Vera, Belle, and the old ref Mills all had their faces rather round and copied, sticking out their tongues, frowning with arms folded, giving the peace sign, doing the see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil poses. Belle had covered her eyes and Vera had covered her ears. Vera was able to flip and attack Belle. Mills and Belle were shown next with their heads banging together.
“That actually looks like fun,” Nick said. “I think James and Mills are in on it! Lucky them!”
There was a blur that was likely the head of James. There was a print outline of male anatomy. Then Vera and Belle were both rough housing Mills with his head in Vera's hold and his face in Belle's titties. Finally the machine ran out of paper and made very annoying beeping sounds. The lights stopped flashing. Johnny, Nick, and several fans rubbed their eyes. Mills was on his ass, drooling. James had clearly loaded paper into the tray, but it kept giving an error message and sounding off. James kicked the machine. A baseball bat appeared in his hand. Belle flinched and huddled up against James because she didn't like the screeching of the faulty machine. Vera had trouble hearing it or anything, and eyed the bat.
“I think we may get another fun montage,” Johnny said. “Everyone hates when computers and equipment malfunctions. This will be like the movie Office Space!”
“Only sexier!” Nick said. The broadcast crew and drone cameras filming put everything on slow motion with rosy happy filters. James put a blissful emoji for his face and then changed it to angry as he swung the bat into the copy machine. He put a big dent into it and sent plastic pieces and metal flying. He handed the bat to Vera. Vera did a double take, clearly thinking about attacking Belle, but Vera saw plenty of sharp future weapons coming off the copier's destruction. She used two hands and slammed the bat down atop the machine several times. Belle snatched the bat from Vera. Belle hit the copy machine in the side. She flung the bat. Vera jumped to catch it. Belle reached in and pulled out print ribbons. She hung them over her shoulders like a lei to cover her nipples. She posed with James to kiss him. Vera whacked the dying machine and also got lost in the moment, hanging on James for a kiss as he materialized a giant hammer for Vera to really take out her frustrations and anger more. Vera used the hammer like a Whack-a-Mole video game goddess. Belle even nodded; impressed. James stomped the machine's guts as it was becoming a lot shorter and a short circuiting mess of rubble.
“That was fun!” Belle said, breaking the trance as she rolled her bikini top back down over her boobs. There were several boos and cries from outraged fans. Somebody threw a pocket knife at Belle, and it went into her shoulder blade. She looked very offended, puffing out her chest and arching her back. Belle picked up the baseball bat and said, “I'm going to end Vera! It'll be sexy and fun too! Really!”
James appeared to bite the handle of the switchblade to remove it from Belle's back. He shoved her at Vera. Vera's murderous eyes glimmered. The nude fighter swung the giant hammer and mashed it into the side of Belle's knee. Belle's stocking had slipped down so the bunny face was on her knee, and that's right where Vera struck. Belle screamed like a banshee. Her patella bone burst out from the skin and crashed into the diving wall. Belle's leg went to jelly, but she remained on her feet. Belle tore off her other stocking to put the bunny symbol in her mouth. She chewed on it and spit it out as if that would help her endure the pain. Vera raised the hammer high, shadowing Belle's face and grinned.
The cosplay blonde, Belle, shoved the handle of the bat into Vera's pussy. Vera yelped and nearly dropped the hammer. It was hard to control with the one hand she had on it now. The hammer hit Belle's boob slowly and softly. Belle grabbed the print ribbon off her succulent body and used it like a lasso to choke Vera at the neck. Belle reached down into the broken parts of the copy machine, grabbed a sharp plastic shard like a blade, and stabbed Vera in the kidney region.
“OW!” Vera hollered. “These bunny marks need to explode on contact!” Vera said, cocking back the hammer. Belle kicked it out of Vera's hand. Blood dribbled down Vera's chin. Vera's skin was ghastly white. Vera proceeded to slug Belle in the collar.
“Your wish is granted,” James said. “Self destructing mechanism equipped in Belle's top.”
Vera rocketed a jab punch into Belle's boob. KABOOM!
The little blonde went flying and crashed into a wall. She grimaced, uncurled, and stretched. Her striped top had been blow off. Smoke billowed off her crisped body and singed skin. Her left boob had been completely blown off but to the side. There wasn't a gaping hole through her torso; the one side of her chest was just a wreck. Belle still held the baseball bat by its barrel she licked the handle, and nodded, satisfied with the taste of Vera. Vera charged, holding the hammer with two hands over her head. Belle said, “Maybe I could use some barbed wire on this bat.”
“Done,” James said. Belle rolled the bat for Vera's feet. Vera's heel and arch stuck into the barbs and she couldn't continue running. She didn't slip or fall, she just got stuck there. Belle laughed and clapped. Then she groaned and spit up dark plasma. Belle sauntered over to the strap-on dildo to put it on as Vera kicked furiously to get her foot free. The bat nearly took off Belle's head; instead it flew into the face of the now standing and coming to ref, Mills. It was an instant kill; bloody, and putting barb marks into the old man's head and face. He leaked gore like he'd been combed over with a cheese grater. He dropped dead giving a thumbs up, knowing he'd be resurrected.
“And Mills Lane is done as ref tonight,” Johnny said. “He's done good work.”
“This fight is crazy brutal and awesome!” Nick said, chewing on some ice from his finished whiskey glass. Nick added, “Belle got lucky she didn't die when her boob blew off!”
The ditsy blonde pulled her weapon from the corpse in the black and white striped shirt. Vera charged, limping, but ready to squash Belle like a bug. Vera said, “You're done, you little shit! I'm going to reduce you to a pile like putty! Slutty putty!”
“That's good,” Nick said. “A Plus smack talk!”
The bikini model, Belle, bent down, grabbed her phone, and snapped the most obnoxious light flashing pic of Vera possible. Vera staggered and switched to a one handed grip on the hammer to wipe her eyes. Belle hit Vera in the arm and wrist with the barbed wire bat. Vera yelped, but kept hold of the hammer, letting it clonk onto the ground. Bell ran up to Vera and kicked off the pale blue haired gal's chest. The bat wrapped in barbed wire pulled off Vera's body in a slow and painful way with suction sounds. Belle put her legs around the hammer handle and entered Vera's private area with the black plastic Amazon purchased rod around her waist. Belle had to bend the dildo piece to fuck Vera. Belle giggled and put her hands on the two ends of the bat. Belle rolled the barbed wire on Vera's face.
“AHH!” Vera bellowed! “NO!!” Vera tried to grab the bat and got her hands all sliced up. Fingers were cut off. Vera lost an entire hand before she realized her folly. Belle hummed and continued to make bloody strips of Vera's head and face.
“This doesn't look good for Vera,” Johnny said. “They both have lost a lot of blood though.”
“It's like I'm baking or making a Fruit Roll Up,” Belle said. “No! A Gusher fruit snack! Hehe! No. A Toaster Strudel with strawberry filling!”
Vera was so pale and in terrible condition. She fell backwards. The device inside Vera flipped out with spring and boing! It lost a little of the liquid at its black tip with a little squirt. The barbed wire bat rolled over Vera's flattened head and front. Belle let go of it. She pulled Vera's short blue hair to put the handless fighter in a sitting position. Belle then banged Vera in the ear with sexual thrusting and the device she had ordered during the fight. Belle unloaded all that was contained in the phallic container into Vera's remaining ear. Vera's eyes opened wide. Her eyes were surrounded by red lines and bloody lacerations. Jizz had gone to her brain. It pooled in her ear. She blinked in disbelief at Belle and gave her rival the finger. Vera's pointer went into Belle's boob hole. Belle flinched and scowled.
“That's it!” Johnny declared. “All the readings show that Belle is our winner! Vera will likely enter a hell like the one Mia is in until she will be able to fight again!”
“I need a healing,” Belle said, looking at her ruined orb and injured body. Belle swung her limp leg without the knee cap like it was an overdone spaghetti noodle. Belle collapsed onto the floor for a nap or to be ran train on by James and the fans. She said, “Feel free to fuck my brains out first, boys! James can make the calls!”
“I don't think he'll need to call anyone,” Nick said. Many fans were eager and ready to enter the fray now, thinking there was no violence left to be had. James however scared quite a few horny onlookers by throwing the pocket knife he'd taken from Belle's back into the dividing wall. James spun, swinging the bat and the hammer at the same time and roaring like he wanted the downed ladies all to himself. He had copies of their DNA, and would likely let some fans in on the fun too, but it was a menacing act that scared many of the masses back to their seats.
“The healing teams will have their hands full tonight,” Johnny said. “Mills dead; Vera killed and losing, and Belle needing a healing too after all the damage she took! What a great show! We'll keep you posted on punishments and the next possible fight! Good fight and good n–n”
“Next time?!” Nick said. “How about next fight now! Here come some healers to clean up the mess. What's the word James?!” There was a long silence. James was busy with perverted thoughts and actions. Nick said, “I guess he's going bananas.” Johnny and Nick looked at one another, shrugged, and laughed. They both waved over a staff member to order some more drinks and to watch whatever would happen next.
