Pride´s fall (1 Viewer)

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Alexandra paced eagerly up and down the entrance area of the Bloodsport Arena, her wavy red hair bouncing ever so slightly with each step. A buzzer sound indicated, that in 10 seconds the doors to the arena would open and Alex´ fight would begin. The Idea of Bloodsport was not a novel one, indeed it was millennias old. Two people enter an arena, one leaves. The only thing that changed over time was technology. With state of the art medical equipment, no injury was fatal or of lasting consequence and so the rules of Bloodsport were simple enough to remember, because none existed.

Fear tried to rise in Alex. It told her that she had been a fool to accept the offer that had been given to her, that even though it had never happened in the arena before, she would die today for money she would never be able to spend. But now it was to late to bail, even if Alex wanted to, she was locked in the entrance area and only the door to the arena would open, so that there was no direction but forward. The only way she was getting out of this on her own feet was by killing her opponent, so that was what she was going to do.

The buzzer rang again and the door, a large portion of the wall, sank into the ground. Bright light blinded Alex and thunderous cheers drowned her hearing as she stepped through. When her eyes adjusted to the light she could finally see the arena, a square of soft mats in a concrete circle, and her opponent, a young woman in her late teens probably, with blonde hair and a green sports bra with matching shorts, contrasting Alex´s black set.

Alex wondered who this girl was. In the amateur division anyone could fight. Some did it for money, others for the thrill. As Alex and her opponent jogged towards each other she noticed the slight bounce in the girl´s breasts. They were not extraordinarily large, quite average actually, but still bigger than Alex´ and she absolutely hated the girl for it.

Accelerating to a full sprint Alex prepared to grab her opponent, but just as she was about to throw her down, the girl stepped lightly to the side and rammed her knee into Alex´ exposed belly. The pain was bearable, but the blow knocked all the wind from her lungs and Alex, feeling like she was about to suffocate, went down on her hands and knees. Then, with a blow to the side of her head, Alex mind went blank for a second, forgetting where it was.

When she gathered her bearings back Alex was on the ground, with her opponent patiently waiting to the side, smugly grinning at her. Alex´ anger increased tenfold and in her rage she got up, charging the girl and aiming punches at her opponents face as to just wipe out that grin together with all the teeth in her mouth. Though Alex drover her opponent backwards, she failed to land a single punch, as the girl was easily parrying all the attacks and held her smug grin whilst retreating. Just when her opponent was reaching the arena wall and Alex thought herself finally in an advantage, the girl deflected one of Alex´ punches sidewards and swiftly danced around it at the same time, coming up behind Alex´s arm the girl grabbed hold of its wrist and elbow, using it for leverage. Alex, surprised by the manoeuvre, went with the force, lest her arm be broken, until she was pressed flat against the concrete wall. In an instant the girl was behind Alex, twisting her arm upwards, thereby putting a strain on Alex´s shoulder. Alex screamed in pain and with her chest pressed against the unyielding concrete she had no way of escaping. The crowd roared at the sight of her suffering and for the first time Alex realised, that she was not going to win. Tears filled her eyes, as fear rose up in her again, this time grabbing hold. "Please", she begged, "don´t!", but her cries fell on deaf ears as her opponent just lifted Alex´ arm with force, drawing another animalistic scream of pain from her that drowned out the sickening pop with which her shoulder dislocated, and when the girl released Alex´ arm the pain stayed with her.

Alex expected to be granted another pause for breath from her opponent, but was surprised by being pulled back at her forehead from behind. When Alex, in this moment of panic, tried to take a step back and steady herself, she found her opponent´s foot planted behind her knee. With no ground to stand on Alex was fully taken by the throw and as soon as she had no hope of preventing her fall, Alex´ opponent let go of her head and instead went down on one knee under Alex, grabbing above her throat to crush Alex´ back on her opponents other knee. Alex screamed as her entire world went blank with pain exploding in her back. With no strength left, she was now weeping openly as the girl pushed Alex away onto the cold arena floor.

On the floor Alex started to slowly crawl away, one arm being dragged behind. How could this have ever happened? She was not supposed to die here, crawling helplessly on the floor. She was... All her thoughts were blown away by another rush of pain as her opponent stomped hard on her leg, breaking bone, and again , screaming was all Alex could do about it. For a short time Alex rolled on the floor clutching her leg with her good hand, until her opponent seized the opportunity and effortlessly pressed her foot on Alex´s throat. Desperately Alex tried to push or pull the girl´s leg away form her to no avail. As she futilely gasped for air and her vision darkened, Alex´ last sight was the smug grin from her opponent.

Alex awoke bedded in white sheets in a small room with the lights turned off. A hospital at night-time. She was naked save a light hospital gown, but alone and well. If it wasn't for her memory of the fight she would have never guessed the reason for her waking up in a hospital bed. And even though Alex could recall every second of the fight, it still seemed so surreal to her, now lying in a warm bed with not an itch to complain about. With a gesture she turned on the lamp and reached for the tablet on her nightstand. She searched for the recording of the fight online. Bloodsport was the greatest revolution in entertainment of the 22. century, or so the adverts claimed. Though without a doubt it could be stated, that it was the grandest, so finding the recording was not difficult and once found, Alex proceeded to watching it. It was eerie to see herself from this distant viewpoint, but the fight started out exactly as she had remembered, the gates opening and her rushing at her opponent. But at the sight of the girl in green, stopping her with ease, kicking the side of her head and firmly planting a foot on her back, putting her flat on the ground, Alex felt... strangely heated. And as she watched herself squirming pathetically on the floor she noticed her arousal. She had always been submissive during sex, preferring to be dominated by a strong partner, but, just... not like this. Yet she could not deny her feelings, which increased even as she watched herself being further humiliated publicly and obviously, for all the world to see. Slowly, Alex reached down with one hand, letting it wander and gasped in pleasure as her fingers first reached her sensitive clitoris. Soon she was pleasuring herself fiercely at the sight of her being choked to death. Finally, as she saw her opponent towering triumphantly over her body, placing her bare foot on her chest, Alex orgasmed.

Not long after, Alex fought frequently in the Bloodsport Arena, each time hoping to be beaten and humiliated even worse.
 

Sekaichi

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I love it! One of the best I've read.
Wish the fight could've been longer, with maybe verbal taunts too.
 

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Absolutely awesome, you should continue with this idea.
Sadly I doubt that I will find the muse to continue this story. But as far as I am concerned, when it comes to fan-fiction and non-professional writing, there is now ownership to characters, settings or ideas. So anyone who fancies picking this up has my blessing. To be honest, I would actually feel honoured, since there is no greater form of compliment than imitation.
 

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