KISS THE MAT
It had all begun with an argument in the dance studio. Bianka Kiss was alone with one of her rivals, and what began as critiques of technique quickly escalated into raised voices and pulled hair. With nobody to maintain the peace, it had only been a few minutes before the hungarian girl cheated on her first love, pole-dancing, for a new mistress: combat.
Somehow, she ended up in a dominant position, with her thick legs wrapped around her rival’s head and neck. The thrashing blonde girl’s aggression quickly turned to fear as she begged to be released, but Bianka simply squeezed over and over, until she saw her rival slump into drooling spasms.
Crawling atop the unconscious girl, Bianka felt a new sensation of strength as she leaned down to grace her beaten foe with a soft kiss on the cheek. However, she also felt a new craving that took her completely by surprise.
----
Though she continued to practice pole-dancing at home, Bianka was never seen at the studio again. Instead, she spent those hours on the mats in competitive combat. She simply wore her pole outfits, enjoying both the freedom of movement and the attention of the crowds. In amateur level matches, Bianka found her form in the strength of her lower body, wrestling and choking opponents with her hips and legs.
----
The japanese girl pried herself free of Bianka’s thighs, cracking an elbow into her opponent before hopping to her feet. The gi-clad karateka dodged back, avoiding a retaliatory kick, and responded with a hard punch to the hungarian dancer’s chest. Bianka gasped in pain, and then let out a breathy groan as a kick slammed into her gut. Charging in to put down her opponent, the karateka did not expect her leading foot to get swept out from under her, nor did she expect her fall to land her directly into Bianka’s waiting grasp.
Wrestling and slithering around the japanese girl’s body, Bianka finally got her legs wrapped around the karateka’s head. Seated on the mat as she gazed down at the reddening face trapped within her calves and thighs, Bianka breathed hard as she squeezed, fighting to keep her struggling opponent pinned down. The japanese girl’s eyes quickly rolled up as she struggled, small bursts of spittle escaping her lips as she snorted and spat with the last of her strength. Bianka felt her foe go limp, but did not release the hold until she had caught her breath and pushed a handful of hair out of her panting face. Then, she crawled on top of her unconscious opponent, delivering a gentle kiss to the japanese girl’s cheek before raising her arms in joyful celebration.
----
In those first thrilling nights of pitfighting, Bianka still felt like she wanted something more. She quickly found more brutal and dangerous venues to compete in, visiting them as an audience member to discover which ones would take her to the limit without risking her life.
“A newcomer to our honored ring, she is Bianka Kiss, the battling beauty!”
Finally, she was heading across the bridge towards the 20-by-20-foot solid stone slab of the War Horse Pit’s fighting ring, which was surrounded by a merciless 40-foot drop and located in an oppressively humid yellow-lit underground arena beneath a respectable museum. Dressed in silver and purple briefs with a matching strapless sports bra, Bianka ran a hand through her thick, dark hair and grinned. Her skin was already beginning to glisten, and the stretched canvas mat of the ring was unforgivingly solid beneath her feet as she performed a short and seductive dance for the crowd. She knew she was about to have a match unlike any she had fought in before.
“And her opponent: Patsy Palmer, the flapper fatale!”
With flowing red hair and a modified black sundress, ‘Pretty’ Patsy Palmer strode towards the ring with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. Her thick and curvy form was clearly somewhat stronger than her opponent’s, though both fighters’ legs were similar in power at a glance. She raised her arms as she stepped into the ring, twirling once before pointing at Bianka and blowing her a kiss.
The bell rang, and both fighters strode with practiced confidence as they circled one another. Bianka bounced lightly as her feet picked up speed, before opening with a few flashy kicks to test her opponent’s defenses. Patsy raised her arms to block the attacks, holding her ground before throwing a right hook at Bianka’s face. The hungarian girl deftly cartwheeled out of the way, slapping a foot across her opponent’s cheek as she did so. Hopping off the mat, Bianka cracked another kick against Patsy’s chest, causing the red-haired fighter to turn around in place. Bianka leapt forward and gripped her thighs around Patsy’s body in mid-air, mounting her opponent’s back. She pushed forward with her hands as she did so, causing Patsy to fall to the mat. Still mounted on Patsy’s back, Bianka threw hard chops down onto her opponent’s neck and shoulders. The red-haired fighter squirmed beneath Bianka, managing to roll onto her back before the hungarian girl’s thighs tightened their grip around her torso. Patsy pushed through the incoming chops to reach up and pull Bianka down towards her, locking in a sloppy but tight bearhug from her prone position. Bianka quickly felt the pressure on her ribs and released the grip of her thighs, using her hands and knees to land strikes against Patsy until she too was forced to release her hold. Both fighters rolled away from each other, standing up with eyes locked.
Rubbing her flank, Patsy noticed Bianka similarly favoring her ribs and chuckled. “I bet you squeezed a couple wins outta some suckers with those legs,” she taunted. Bianka inadvertently smirked for a moment before she remembered that she was in a high-risk pit fight.
Only slightly more reserved in her actions, Bianka was still swinging her legs in wide arcs, partly to dazzle and distract her opponent while also showing off for the crowd. She seemed to have Patsy on the defensive, eventually landing a kick that doubled the red-haired fighter over with a winded grunt. Bianka went to follow up with a blow to the same spot, but Patsy stepped in and caught her leg. Wrapping her arms around Bianka while keeping one leg trapped in the air, Patsy lifted the hungarian girl into the air, turning over to slam her onto the mat. Raising her arms to defend against strikes, Bianka was able to squeak in surprise as she saw Patsy in mid-air right above her, before she was smashed beneath a heavy body-splash. The red-haired fighter swivelled into a mount position, throwing down open-palmed blows to try and batter Bianka senseless. Despite taking a few painful strikes, Bianka’s ankles suddenly snaked around Patsy’s head and locked together beneath her jaw, before Bianka used her legs to yank Patsy backwards.
Scuttling forward, Bianka slid her legs up and locked her thighs around her opponent’s head, immediately squeezing tightly. Patsy’s hands clapped down around the smooth and strong limbs, her vision already spinning slightly from the increasing pressure. Her position was awkward, laying on her side and trapped in a seated headscissor hold. Bianka shouted violently as she slapped her hands down on the canvas and wrenched at Patsy’s head, a familiar tingling rush filling her chest as she looked forward to feeling another opponent fall still between her thighs. Then, a new sensation grew as her eyes softly widened. Patsy was slowly and painfully crawling to her hands and knees, even with Bianka’s legs locked around her. The red-haired fighter more fully grabbed hold of her opponent’s thighs as she planted her feet. Bianka was somewhat aware that she should have disengaged, but she maintained the hold tightly even as she was lifted into the air. Patsy was almost fully upright, and Bianka was hanging off of her head like a tree branch. She had seen powerful fighters before, but never shared the ring with one until that moment. And her heart was pounding with a hungry and new adrenaline.
Her body shivering slightly with effort, Patsy roared and yanked down on the thighs that still managed to stay locked around her head. Bianka gasped before the loud bang of her body being powerbombed into the canvas. The headscissors loosened immediately, but Patsy was tunnel-visioned on punishing her opponent and yanked the stunned girl off the mat and back into the air. She held Bianka upside-down, simply shaking her head and snarling “No,” as Bianka weakly tried to slide her legs back around Patsy’s head. Bianka’s eyes snapped wide open as Patsy delivered a piledriver, crushing Bianka’s skull straight into the mat. The hungarian girl’s arms and legs stiffened and straightened for a moment before falling slack, quickly followed by her entire body crumpling to the canvas. Patsy herself fell back into a seated position, finally taking a moment to rub her aching head and try to recover some more strength.
Bianka was slow to stir, her body slithering on the mat as she tried to put some distance between herself and her opponent. She crawled to her hands and knees, shaking her head every few seconds as she blinked stars out of her eyes. Patsy had her teeth bared as she winced and moved to follow up, clasping her hands together over her head before swinging them down into Bianka’s back. The hungarian girl’s hair swished in the air as she threw her head up and cried out in pain. Patsy leapt to deliver another body-splash, slamming her weight down onto Bianka’s back to splatter the hungarian girl back down to the mat. Bianka’s limbs thrashed as Patsy splashed her again, forcing a small spray of spit out of her opponent’s mouth. As she got up, Bianka rolled herself over onto her back, trying to get up but only making it that far before a third body-splash crushed into her stomach. She folded up around the weight that landed on her, her cheeks briefly puffing with air that was suddenly squashed out of her body.
Patsy stood up and paused to catch her breath, grinning as she looked down at her opponent. Bianka lay spreadeagled on the mat, her chest and stomach heaving with breaths that sucked in through her gaping mouth. Parts of her midsection had reddened along with her face, and her sweat-soaked body was glistening beneath the lights. Patsy was more exhausted than she had expected at the start of the match, but now was ready to end it. She leapt into the air with a throaty roar, aiming to finish Bianka with a final splash.
Her roar sharply turned into a long retch as Bianka raised her knees, causing Patsy to slam her own gut straight into them. The red-haired fighter knelt clutching her stomach as she spat out some saliva. Bianka cried out with effort as she threw her right leg into a kick that slammed into the side of Patsy’s head above her. Then, her left leg, followed once again by her right leg. Three kicks battered Patsy’s skull, causing her to finally fall to one side. Bianka painfully pushed herself up off the mat, staring hungrily at a chance to take the victory. She slid up alongside Patsy as she began to pick herself up, and slithered her legs around the red-haired fighter’s torso. Locking her ankles, Bianka applied a bodyscissor hold, digging her thighs into Patsy’s midriff. Bianka slapped her palms onto the mat as she shouted in pained effort, trying once again to crush the fight out of her opponent with her thighs.
Moaning as the bodyscissors squeezed deeply into her midsection, Patsy forced herself to stay on her hands and knees. Then, she suddenly twisted in place, pushing herself on top of Bianka and wrapping her arms around her to retaliate with another bearhug. The two fighters grunted and writhed for a few moments, before Patsy began to pull Bianka upright with her as she got to her knees. Bianka’s arms and legs were wrapped around her opponent as Patsy then stood up, baring her teeth as she tightened the bearhug and blocked out the crushing thighs on either side of her body.
Her head leaning back as her mouth began to open with a rising moan, Bianka’s strong legs quivered with effort. Her breaths were short, and her back was on fire. Then, something in her spine popped. Bianka’s eyes snapped wide open, her bodyscissor hold coming loose as her legs kicked wildly in shocked agony. Bare feet bicycling in the air as she tried in vain to free herself, Bianka shrieked as she shook her head, her entire body going into a pained spasm as a knife-like sensation drove through her back.
Only able to maintain the hold’s intensity for a few moments, Patsy crumpled forward, her own body demanding relief once the bodyscissors came loose. She kept her arms around Bianka, laying on top of her as she caught her breath. Bianka was gasping and writhing beneath her, overwhelmed by the injury to her back. She cried out sharply every time she was squeezed again, beating her hands and feet against the mat as she was denied any respite.
Slowly, Patsy stood back up, forcing her opponent to come with her. She pointedly tightened the hug, pulling Bianka’s face right in front of her own.
“Looks like...I gotcha, sweety,” panted Patsy.
Bianka’s arms were dead weight, only able to weakly flop as her opponent briefly tightened the bearhug against her ribs. Her eyes fluttered aimlessly as she moaned, unable to pass out, and incapable of fighting back. Both fighters were soaked with sweat, glistening in the arena lights.
“And now,” continued Patsy, “I’m gonna kiss you goodnight.”
Moving in to give her trademark send-off, Patsy was mildly surprised to find Bianka’s lips meeting her own. Feeling the beaten fighter grow slightly more slack in her arms, Patsy finished the kiss and leaned back, seeing Bianka’s cheeks flush slightly deeper.
“Had a feelin’ you were one of those types who like it,” sneered Patsy, her heavy breaths brushing Bianka’s cheek. “Usually they don’t put up such a good fight, though.”
Bianka looked back at her opponent, with a mixture of confusion and slight embarrassment in her wincing eyes. She tried to say something, but a pump of the bearhug reminded her of her place, and she shuddered with a fresh wave of pain.
“Real interestin’, heh…” Patsy smirked. “Maybe I won’t cripple you.”
“Nuhh...n-nuh…” Bianka shook her head weakly as she heard the threat.
“Don’t worry, honey,” cooed Patsy, as she adjusted her grip. “This’ll still finish you proper.”
Planting her feet, Patsy lifted Bianka up and began to wring her body like a ragdoll. No longer aiming to break the girl’s spine, Patsy instead worked to grind Bianka’s ribs. And Bianka’s dazed state once again filled with adrenaline as she howled, her arms and legs flailing uselessly while something in her body began to crackle. It wasn’t long before there was a crack, which brought Bianka’s screams to new heights. One of her hands reached for the lights, as though it could pull her free, before something else snapped inside of her. Bianka’s eyes began to roll back as tears fell freely down her cheeks and saliva drooled out of one corner of her mouth, both fluids mixing with the sweat that covered her face.
Bending down, Patsy let gravity assist her as she held Bianka’s body horizontally above the ground. Bianka’s hair and fingertips brushed the mat, and her legs pumped unconsciously as her mind faded. Patsy harshly wrenched her opponent a few times, satisfied with the crunching noises that followed. Bianka spasmed with each one, her tongue hanging from her mouth while she was crushed into submission. Patsy finally dumped her onto the floor, throwing her aside like discarded trash.
Facedown in a splayed heap, Bianka’s limp body quivered every few seconds as it tried to draw breath. Patsy stamped a foot onto the back of her beaten opponent’s head, posing for the crowd as she made it clear that she was victorious. Looking down at the nearly-broken hungarian girl, Patsy blew a showy kiss before strutting towards the bridge that would allow her to leave the ring. A few minutes later, Bianka was dragged off the mat unceremoniously, a dead weight as her skin slid across the rough surface of the bridge.
----
It had taken Bianka some time to recover from the damage to her ribs, though in the intervening time, she learned more about fight venues that used MediKade hardware to both guarantee safety while encouraging brutality.
She also learned more about what her opponent had spared her from, as she found a crowd recording of another Patsy Palmer fight. The red-head held an inexperienced young opponent in her arms; a ponytailed girl in a bright green amateur wrestling singlet, who’d had the fight quickly beaten out of her. Patsy gave the girl a peck on the cheek, and then proceeded to bearhug her. The young fighter’s body looked pitiful as she tried in vain to both free herself and submit, before the crack of her breaking spine made her go limp in her opponent’s arms. Patsy was already holding the broken girl horizontally, forcing another crunch out of her before dumping the finished fighter onto the mat, just as she had done to Bianka. Only this time, the beaten combatant was unlikely to ever fight again.
Taking another painkiller before laying back in her bed, Bianka idly ran a hand up and down one of her powerful thighs. She needed more. Win or lose, nothing sparked her heart like single combat before a crowd of onlookers. Whether she crushed an opponent, or was crushed herself, Bianka craved the taste of a pit fight once again.
It had all begun with an argument in the dance studio. Bianka Kiss was alone with one of her rivals, and what began as critiques of technique quickly escalated into raised voices and pulled hair. With nobody to maintain the peace, it had only been a few minutes before the hungarian girl cheated on her first love, pole-dancing, for a new mistress: combat.
Somehow, she ended up in a dominant position, with her thick legs wrapped around her rival’s head and neck. The thrashing blonde girl’s aggression quickly turned to fear as she begged to be released, but Bianka simply squeezed over and over, until she saw her rival slump into drooling spasms.
Crawling atop the unconscious girl, Bianka felt a new sensation of strength as she leaned down to grace her beaten foe with a soft kiss on the cheek. However, she also felt a new craving that took her completely by surprise.
----
Though she continued to practice pole-dancing at home, Bianka was never seen at the studio again. Instead, she spent those hours on the mats in competitive combat. She simply wore her pole outfits, enjoying both the freedom of movement and the attention of the crowds. In amateur level matches, Bianka found her form in the strength of her lower body, wrestling and choking opponents with her hips and legs.
----
The japanese girl pried herself free of Bianka’s thighs, cracking an elbow into her opponent before hopping to her feet. The gi-clad karateka dodged back, avoiding a retaliatory kick, and responded with a hard punch to the hungarian dancer’s chest. Bianka gasped in pain, and then let out a breathy groan as a kick slammed into her gut. Charging in to put down her opponent, the karateka did not expect her leading foot to get swept out from under her, nor did she expect her fall to land her directly into Bianka’s waiting grasp.
Wrestling and slithering around the japanese girl’s body, Bianka finally got her legs wrapped around the karateka’s head. Seated on the mat as she gazed down at the reddening face trapped within her calves and thighs, Bianka breathed hard as she squeezed, fighting to keep her struggling opponent pinned down. The japanese girl’s eyes quickly rolled up as she struggled, small bursts of spittle escaping her lips as she snorted and spat with the last of her strength. Bianka felt her foe go limp, but did not release the hold until she had caught her breath and pushed a handful of hair out of her panting face. Then, she crawled on top of her unconscious opponent, delivering a gentle kiss to the japanese girl’s cheek before raising her arms in joyful celebration.
----
In those first thrilling nights of pitfighting, Bianka still felt like she wanted something more. She quickly found more brutal and dangerous venues to compete in, visiting them as an audience member to discover which ones would take her to the limit without risking her life.
“A newcomer to our honored ring, she is Bianka Kiss, the battling beauty!”
Finally, she was heading across the bridge towards the 20-by-20-foot solid stone slab of the War Horse Pit’s fighting ring, which was surrounded by a merciless 40-foot drop and located in an oppressively humid yellow-lit underground arena beneath a respectable museum. Dressed in silver and purple briefs with a matching strapless sports bra, Bianka ran a hand through her thick, dark hair and grinned. Her skin was already beginning to glisten, and the stretched canvas mat of the ring was unforgivingly solid beneath her feet as she performed a short and seductive dance for the crowd. She knew she was about to have a match unlike any she had fought in before.
“And her opponent: Patsy Palmer, the flapper fatale!”
With flowing red hair and a modified black sundress, ‘Pretty’ Patsy Palmer strode towards the ring with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. Her thick and curvy form was clearly somewhat stronger than her opponent’s, though both fighters’ legs were similar in power at a glance. She raised her arms as she stepped into the ring, twirling once before pointing at Bianka and blowing her a kiss.
The bell rang, and both fighters strode with practiced confidence as they circled one another. Bianka bounced lightly as her feet picked up speed, before opening with a few flashy kicks to test her opponent’s defenses. Patsy raised her arms to block the attacks, holding her ground before throwing a right hook at Bianka’s face. The hungarian girl deftly cartwheeled out of the way, slapping a foot across her opponent’s cheek as she did so. Hopping off the mat, Bianka cracked another kick against Patsy’s chest, causing the red-haired fighter to turn around in place. Bianka leapt forward and gripped her thighs around Patsy’s body in mid-air, mounting her opponent’s back. She pushed forward with her hands as she did so, causing Patsy to fall to the mat. Still mounted on Patsy’s back, Bianka threw hard chops down onto her opponent’s neck and shoulders. The red-haired fighter squirmed beneath Bianka, managing to roll onto her back before the hungarian girl’s thighs tightened their grip around her torso. Patsy pushed through the incoming chops to reach up and pull Bianka down towards her, locking in a sloppy but tight bearhug from her prone position. Bianka quickly felt the pressure on her ribs and released the grip of her thighs, using her hands and knees to land strikes against Patsy until she too was forced to release her hold. Both fighters rolled away from each other, standing up with eyes locked.
Rubbing her flank, Patsy noticed Bianka similarly favoring her ribs and chuckled. “I bet you squeezed a couple wins outta some suckers with those legs,” she taunted. Bianka inadvertently smirked for a moment before she remembered that she was in a high-risk pit fight.
Only slightly more reserved in her actions, Bianka was still swinging her legs in wide arcs, partly to dazzle and distract her opponent while also showing off for the crowd. She seemed to have Patsy on the defensive, eventually landing a kick that doubled the red-haired fighter over with a winded grunt. Bianka went to follow up with a blow to the same spot, but Patsy stepped in and caught her leg. Wrapping her arms around Bianka while keeping one leg trapped in the air, Patsy lifted the hungarian girl into the air, turning over to slam her onto the mat. Raising her arms to defend against strikes, Bianka was able to squeak in surprise as she saw Patsy in mid-air right above her, before she was smashed beneath a heavy body-splash. The red-haired fighter swivelled into a mount position, throwing down open-palmed blows to try and batter Bianka senseless. Despite taking a few painful strikes, Bianka’s ankles suddenly snaked around Patsy’s head and locked together beneath her jaw, before Bianka used her legs to yank Patsy backwards.
Scuttling forward, Bianka slid her legs up and locked her thighs around her opponent’s head, immediately squeezing tightly. Patsy’s hands clapped down around the smooth and strong limbs, her vision already spinning slightly from the increasing pressure. Her position was awkward, laying on her side and trapped in a seated headscissor hold. Bianka shouted violently as she slapped her hands down on the canvas and wrenched at Patsy’s head, a familiar tingling rush filling her chest as she looked forward to feeling another opponent fall still between her thighs. Then, a new sensation grew as her eyes softly widened. Patsy was slowly and painfully crawling to her hands and knees, even with Bianka’s legs locked around her. The red-haired fighter more fully grabbed hold of her opponent’s thighs as she planted her feet. Bianka was somewhat aware that she should have disengaged, but she maintained the hold tightly even as she was lifted into the air. Patsy was almost fully upright, and Bianka was hanging off of her head like a tree branch. She had seen powerful fighters before, but never shared the ring with one until that moment. And her heart was pounding with a hungry and new adrenaline.
Her body shivering slightly with effort, Patsy roared and yanked down on the thighs that still managed to stay locked around her head. Bianka gasped before the loud bang of her body being powerbombed into the canvas. The headscissors loosened immediately, but Patsy was tunnel-visioned on punishing her opponent and yanked the stunned girl off the mat and back into the air. She held Bianka upside-down, simply shaking her head and snarling “No,” as Bianka weakly tried to slide her legs back around Patsy’s head. Bianka’s eyes snapped wide open as Patsy delivered a piledriver, crushing Bianka’s skull straight into the mat. The hungarian girl’s arms and legs stiffened and straightened for a moment before falling slack, quickly followed by her entire body crumpling to the canvas. Patsy herself fell back into a seated position, finally taking a moment to rub her aching head and try to recover some more strength.
Bianka was slow to stir, her body slithering on the mat as she tried to put some distance between herself and her opponent. She crawled to her hands and knees, shaking her head every few seconds as she blinked stars out of her eyes. Patsy had her teeth bared as she winced and moved to follow up, clasping her hands together over her head before swinging them down into Bianka’s back. The hungarian girl’s hair swished in the air as she threw her head up and cried out in pain. Patsy leapt to deliver another body-splash, slamming her weight down onto Bianka’s back to splatter the hungarian girl back down to the mat. Bianka’s limbs thrashed as Patsy splashed her again, forcing a small spray of spit out of her opponent’s mouth. As she got up, Bianka rolled herself over onto her back, trying to get up but only making it that far before a third body-splash crushed into her stomach. She folded up around the weight that landed on her, her cheeks briefly puffing with air that was suddenly squashed out of her body.
Patsy stood up and paused to catch her breath, grinning as she looked down at her opponent. Bianka lay spreadeagled on the mat, her chest and stomach heaving with breaths that sucked in through her gaping mouth. Parts of her midsection had reddened along with her face, and her sweat-soaked body was glistening beneath the lights. Patsy was more exhausted than she had expected at the start of the match, but now was ready to end it. She leapt into the air with a throaty roar, aiming to finish Bianka with a final splash.
Her roar sharply turned into a long retch as Bianka raised her knees, causing Patsy to slam her own gut straight into them. The red-haired fighter knelt clutching her stomach as she spat out some saliva. Bianka cried out with effort as she threw her right leg into a kick that slammed into the side of Patsy’s head above her. Then, her left leg, followed once again by her right leg. Three kicks battered Patsy’s skull, causing her to finally fall to one side. Bianka painfully pushed herself up off the mat, staring hungrily at a chance to take the victory. She slid up alongside Patsy as she began to pick herself up, and slithered her legs around the red-haired fighter’s torso. Locking her ankles, Bianka applied a bodyscissor hold, digging her thighs into Patsy’s midriff. Bianka slapped her palms onto the mat as she shouted in pained effort, trying once again to crush the fight out of her opponent with her thighs.
Moaning as the bodyscissors squeezed deeply into her midsection, Patsy forced herself to stay on her hands and knees. Then, she suddenly twisted in place, pushing herself on top of Bianka and wrapping her arms around her to retaliate with another bearhug. The two fighters grunted and writhed for a few moments, before Patsy began to pull Bianka upright with her as she got to her knees. Bianka’s arms and legs were wrapped around her opponent as Patsy then stood up, baring her teeth as she tightened the bearhug and blocked out the crushing thighs on either side of her body.
Her head leaning back as her mouth began to open with a rising moan, Bianka’s strong legs quivered with effort. Her breaths were short, and her back was on fire. Then, something in her spine popped. Bianka’s eyes snapped wide open, her bodyscissor hold coming loose as her legs kicked wildly in shocked agony. Bare feet bicycling in the air as she tried in vain to free herself, Bianka shrieked as she shook her head, her entire body going into a pained spasm as a knife-like sensation drove through her back.
Only able to maintain the hold’s intensity for a few moments, Patsy crumpled forward, her own body demanding relief once the bodyscissors came loose. She kept her arms around Bianka, laying on top of her as she caught her breath. Bianka was gasping and writhing beneath her, overwhelmed by the injury to her back. She cried out sharply every time she was squeezed again, beating her hands and feet against the mat as she was denied any respite.
Slowly, Patsy stood back up, forcing her opponent to come with her. She pointedly tightened the hug, pulling Bianka’s face right in front of her own.
“Looks like...I gotcha, sweety,” panted Patsy.
Bianka’s arms were dead weight, only able to weakly flop as her opponent briefly tightened the bearhug against her ribs. Her eyes fluttered aimlessly as she moaned, unable to pass out, and incapable of fighting back. Both fighters were soaked with sweat, glistening in the arena lights.
“And now,” continued Patsy, “I’m gonna kiss you goodnight.”
Moving in to give her trademark send-off, Patsy was mildly surprised to find Bianka’s lips meeting her own. Feeling the beaten fighter grow slightly more slack in her arms, Patsy finished the kiss and leaned back, seeing Bianka’s cheeks flush slightly deeper.
“Had a feelin’ you were one of those types who like it,” sneered Patsy, her heavy breaths brushing Bianka’s cheek. “Usually they don’t put up such a good fight, though.”
Bianka looked back at her opponent, with a mixture of confusion and slight embarrassment in her wincing eyes. She tried to say something, but a pump of the bearhug reminded her of her place, and she shuddered with a fresh wave of pain.
“Real interestin’, heh…” Patsy smirked. “Maybe I won’t cripple you.”
“Nuhh...n-nuh…” Bianka shook her head weakly as she heard the threat.
“Don’t worry, honey,” cooed Patsy, as she adjusted her grip. “This’ll still finish you proper.”
Planting her feet, Patsy lifted Bianka up and began to wring her body like a ragdoll. No longer aiming to break the girl’s spine, Patsy instead worked to grind Bianka’s ribs. And Bianka’s dazed state once again filled with adrenaline as she howled, her arms and legs flailing uselessly while something in her body began to crackle. It wasn’t long before there was a crack, which brought Bianka’s screams to new heights. One of her hands reached for the lights, as though it could pull her free, before something else snapped inside of her. Bianka’s eyes began to roll back as tears fell freely down her cheeks and saliva drooled out of one corner of her mouth, both fluids mixing with the sweat that covered her face.
Bending down, Patsy let gravity assist her as she held Bianka’s body horizontally above the ground. Bianka’s hair and fingertips brushed the mat, and her legs pumped unconsciously as her mind faded. Patsy harshly wrenched her opponent a few times, satisfied with the crunching noises that followed. Bianka spasmed with each one, her tongue hanging from her mouth while she was crushed into submission. Patsy finally dumped her onto the floor, throwing her aside like discarded trash.
Facedown in a splayed heap, Bianka’s limp body quivered every few seconds as it tried to draw breath. Patsy stamped a foot onto the back of her beaten opponent’s head, posing for the crowd as she made it clear that she was victorious. Looking down at the nearly-broken hungarian girl, Patsy blew a showy kiss before strutting towards the bridge that would allow her to leave the ring. A few minutes later, Bianka was dragged off the mat unceremoniously, a dead weight as her skin slid across the rough surface of the bridge.
----
It had taken Bianka some time to recover from the damage to her ribs, though in the intervening time, she learned more about fight venues that used MediKade hardware to both guarantee safety while encouraging brutality.
She also learned more about what her opponent had spared her from, as she found a crowd recording of another Patsy Palmer fight. The red-head held an inexperienced young opponent in her arms; a ponytailed girl in a bright green amateur wrestling singlet, who’d had the fight quickly beaten out of her. Patsy gave the girl a peck on the cheek, and then proceeded to bearhug her. The young fighter’s body looked pitiful as she tried in vain to both free herself and submit, before the crack of her breaking spine made her go limp in her opponent’s arms. Patsy was already holding the broken girl horizontally, forcing another crunch out of her before dumping the finished fighter onto the mat, just as she had done to Bianka. Only this time, the beaten combatant was unlikely to ever fight again.
Taking another painkiller before laying back in her bed, Bianka idly ran a hand up and down one of her powerful thighs. She needed more. Win or lose, nothing sparked her heart like single combat before a crowd of onlookers. Whether she crushed an opponent, or was crushed herself, Bianka craved the taste of a pit fight once again.
