Superior Woman deathmatch tournament (1 Viewer)

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World overpopulation had already surpassed critical limits, and was now the biggest problem facing humanity. The governments of the world had taken action. The decision was not well received at first, but over time, people became accustomed to it, and even its acceptance was almost total after a few years. Governments had decided to legalize death.

Unemployment, famine and poverty had become commonplace in all countries, and governments had taken advantage of this. As was customary, only a small part of the population accumulated most of the world's wealth, and it was they, along with the complicity of governments, who took advantage of the new law. All those who wished to die were free to do so, in a hospital, or in other darker and more sinister parts of the world.

Human lives were a precious gift, but the world had to get rid of some of them in exchange for the survival of others. Death fights had become popular in the world, with the winners getting millions of dollars, the losers getting humiliation and death, and the rest of the people getting more time to live.

Although at first it was seen only as barbaric and a deprivation of human rights, people eventually accepted that it was a sacrifice for a greater good, until it became

 

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2. Tournament bracket

The complete tournament bracket

 

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3. Kiara's background story.

It was already past 10 p.m., the streets bustling with life in the city center, Kiara was walking back home. The night had been fruitful, she had been to her favorite brothel.

This place had been her sanctuary for years, it was the only place where she could be herself without strings or prejudices. Twice a month she visited the place to unleash her inner animal. She was a beautiful blonde with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess, and nothing more striking about her than her huge, perfect breasts. Any man would kill to spend a night between her tits, but you can't judge a book by its cover.

Every night, she imagined a thousand ways of how to humiliate and murder some poor bimbo who dared to mess with her. It was nothing new. Ever since she was a teenager, her greatest sexual fantasies included humiliation, degradation, and extermination of the most beautiful women she could ever meet, and the cause of her rival's complete extermination? The audacity of believing that she was superior to Kiara.

At first they were just that, fantasies, but over time it had escalated, of course, she had not yet dared to commit murder, but she liked to spend some nights of the month in her favorite brothel, pay the most beautiful prostitute who was available and began an almost inhuman act of humiliation. That pleased her enough, at least for the moment. This same fantasy had cost her all her attempts to get a husband, and a family of her own. Many of the men who approached Kiara would flee in terror after spending a night in her bed, possibly an experience that would mark them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight had been different. A man outside the brothel, approached her with a different proposition. Possibly the man had heard about the blonde's sadism or someone had made him listen, the man began to tell her about the offer he called "the offer of a lifetime," without a hint of embarrassment.

Kiara had heard about death matches before, but she never had the opportunity to enter one. The man invited her to join the next big tournament which they called "The Superior Woman" 32 women fighting for the grand prize of 1 million dollars, and to prove who was the superior woman, the one who would exterminate and conquer the other 31 bimbos, and turn them into her bitches. This was as that man said "the opportunity of a lifetime". She could finally fight and prove in front of many spectators that she was the superior woman.

Her life had been so monotonous since she got her first job, the only thing that brought her back to life was the hours of training in all the martial arts she had heard about. He had trained in all of them, with many experts throughout his life. Perhaps without knowing it, her subconscious had been preparing her for this all her life.
There was no longer any doubt in her mind, this was her destiny. There was no risk, she was sure she would be the winner, fulfill her greatest fantasy and become rich in the process. She turned over the brochure the man had left her, took her cell phone out of her purse and called determined to conquer the tournament, the prize, the spectators and of course, the poor deluded women who were unlucky enough to be on her side of the bracket.

 

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4. Anya's background story

The sunlight illuminated every corner of Anya's room, which disturbed her nerves and distracted her from the videos that a boy she had met at the party two days ago had given her.

With all the annoyance in the world, and with her maid missing, she got up to close the curtain herself.

The USB was replete with death matches between the most beautiful women she had ever seen. The boy had been with her all night at that party, and just as they were saying goodbye, the boy handed her the USB and told her it would be something she would be interested in, and before she could ask him when and where she would have to return the USB, the boy quickly walked away with a simple "see you soon" full of confidence. at the time she did not understand what he meant, or where the mysterious boy's assurance came from, as she watched each and every one of the videos, she understood.

At first she found it a little repulsive, she was not the type of girl who likes snuff things, but when she finished watching the first video, there was something that took her to ecstasy. Perhaps it was the way in which the winning woman demonstrated her complete superiority over her rival, by humiliating her in so many ways that Anya hadn't even imagined, to the point of making her beg for her death. The way that woman who had entered the cage full of confidence and pride, now trembled and surrendered to the superiority and imposing presence of her conqueror. No doubt the conqueror was cute, but the loser, with her angelic face and great legs, wrapped in those black stockings, and the way she begged to be put out of her misery, but even after finishing with the loser, the conqueror continued to humiliate her rival, removing her bra and panties, leaving only her thigh-high stockings and heels, and then began to pose in different victory poses on the body of her weak and useless rival. That ignited the lust inside Anya.

As she continued through the videos and watched the vast majority of them, she realized that not all of them were begging for a quick death, others were begging for their lives to be spared, those were the ones who received the longest and most agonizing humiliation, being considered the most unworthy and useless of the tournament.

The way in which the women exterminated each other brought back the vitality of her emotions, and made her feel excited to be in one of these videos, although she didn't know if she wanted to be the conqueror or the conquered, and that shocked her. But she convinced herself that she wanted to be the conqueror, and that she would, she would be the conqueror of the whole tournament and every single bitch that crossed her path.

At the end of the folder, there was a text document, with a phone number and with the title "see you soon", this brought a sarcastic smile to her face. She didn't hesitate to grab her cell phone and dial the number.

 

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Fight #1 Kiara vs Anya

The big night had finally arrived, the first rounds among the 32 women who had accepted this year's challenge was about to begin. It had been 2 weeks since they had all been gathered to sign the contract and to accept that (the vast majority of them) were here to die and were doing so of their own free will.

They had been assigned to their own rooms, and each had their own closet with lingerie sets, swimsuits, thigh-high stockings and heels for them to take care of the wardrobe for each of their fights.

The brackets had been released 1 week ago, giving them some time to prepare to annihilate their next opponent. The first to be called to the cage would be Kiara and Anya.
Kiara had been training harder than ever, she began to ask for help from her trainer to practice moves aimed at ending her opponent's life.

On the other hand Anya although she had been training as usual, did not put in extra performance as her rival had, but at the end of the match, the best trained did not always win, intelligence also won battles, and Anya knew she was smarter than Kiara.

An hour before the matches began, a bottle with a transparent liquid was given to each of the participants. According to those in charge of delivering the liquid, its function was only so that at the moment of death, her body would remain intact, as if she were still alive for a whole month. Undoubtedly, the wonders of medicine were advancing by leaps and bounds.
The lights went out, making the arena erupt in shouts of jubilation, they knew the show was about to begin.

A man in his 30's, with a strong facial features and an Elvis Presley hairdo emerged in the center of the cage, as he was illuminated by one of the lights in the arena.
-Welcome back to this year's tournament. The tournament in which 32 beautiful women enter and 31 of them are humiliated and turned into the whores of the winner.

》I shouldn't say this, but there is no hiding the truth, and that is, this year's entrants are the most beautiful the world has ever seen fight to the death. As a token of that, I would like to introduce our first contender: The flower of the sun, the busty blonde, the ever sexy and lethal Kiara!

Kiara made her appearance walking sensually, swaying her hips and making her breasts bounce deliberately. She wore a nude-colored bra with lace and matching panties, her legs sported thigh-high stockings of the same color and brown open-toed heels. The bra made her huge breasts look even more luscious, her figure was slim, but slightly muscled.

Kiara was greeted by cheers and whistles, which encouraged her to start blowing kisses to the audience. When she finally reached the cage, a guard opened the door for her and she walked to the center of the ring where she began blowing more kisses to the audience and waving, until she finally took her place in the corner of the ring.

-Have you ever seen more perfect breasts, ladies and gentlemen? -commented the presenter. -Maybe soon we'll be able to see them a little more... erm... free.

Kiara gave a smirk. She was sure that wasn't going to happen, all these girls were here today to fall completely destroyed at her feet. No one could beat her, for she was sure she was the strongest woman in the tournament.

-I know it's hard to take your eyes off the goddess in front of us, but I promise you that our next participant has nothing to envy. Her breasts may not be as perfect, but her hips and long legs make up for it. Give a warm welcome to our next contender. The child prodigy, the sensual and incomparable Anya!

Anya made her entrance waving with both hands. She wore a "bra" consisting of black straps partially covering her tits, held in place by a steel ring just above her nipple, accompanied by maya tights, set over thigh-high stockings, black heels and elbow-length gala gloves.

There was no denying that, although her breasts were smaller than Kiara's, she certainly made up for it with her exceptional curves at her waist and ass.

The young woman entered the cage and the guard closed the door again. It was time. Kill or be killed. She knew that from here on out everything depended on her and her abilities. One of them would walk out, waiting for her next rival, and the other would walk out naked and being dragged by her conqueror until she was the first one deposited on the body pile. And it couldn't be her, it wasn't going to be her, there were many things she still wanted to do in life, and this was just another challenge, an anecdote she would tell her children and grandchildren.

Anya shook the ideas out of her head, and continued to walk to the center of the ring, to wave and form a friendly smile on her face for the spectators. After a few seconds, she walked to her respective corner.

-Fighters, move to the center of the ring," ordered the announcer.

Both women obeyed and walked to the center, until their chests pressed together.

Kiara looked contemptuously at Anya, almost mockingly. Anya responded with her typical disgusted face, which she used to get men off her back.

-Really? -Kiara asked, grimacing with annoyance on her face. -I thought I'd only have to remove your bra and panties easily when I was done humiliating you, but for everything you're wearing, I think it'll take me longer to undress you than finish you.

Anya let out a mocking laugh, before returning to her grimace of disgust.

-Don't worry, you won't have to waste so much time with that, because I'll be the one stripping you of your bra and panties. And I should thank you, with your skimpy lingerie it won't take me long, slut.

Kiara raised an eyebrow in surprise. The girl had a temper, she had to hand it to her, this would only make the moment he made her beg for her life more exciting.

-You have a big mouth, for someone your age, that's good, more screaming and begging will come out of your mouth when I'm about to smother you with my beautiful breasts. You should feel lucky, the last thing you will see in your short and useless life will be my breasts," Kiara replied.

-The only thing your breasts will be good for, will be to delight the public when I strip them naked and drag them to the body pile," Anya threatened.

-All right girls, that's enough. It's time to see who will live up to their words and who will eat them. Ready? Fight!
When the presenter finished his words, he came out of the cage. Both women took their fighting positions, and the tournament began.

Anya took Kiara by surprise with a quick punch that hit her cheek, knocking her back a few steps, Anya knew it was her chance, she had taken advantage and didn't plan to let go.
The blonde continued her attack with a punch to Kiara's abdomen, causing her to drop her guard, Anya formed a wicked grin on her face, Kiara had exposed Anya's main target: her tits. Anya chained a series of quick blows directly on Kiara's tits, she began to emit muffled cries of pain. It was obvious that Kiara was in pain from the continuous attack, but her pride would not allow her to scream at the top of her lungs. No, she could not allow this bitch to humiliate her like this in front of the public.

Somehow, Kiara managed to parry a blow from Anya and deflect it, by the momentum of her blow, Anya stumbled forward, and Kiara connected her knee right into her opponent's stomach. Anya spat blood from her mouth, which made it clear that the blow had caused quite a bit of damage. Anya brought both hands to her abdomen, trying to minimize the pain, but Kiara wasted no time, with her left arm she gave a strong pull to the sore blonde, positioning her right in front of her, and with her right hand, she gave a strong blow right over her mouth, spurting even more blood from it. Anya was thrown hard onto her back, but fortunately managed to stop herself with the ropes. Completely stunned, she couldn't stop Kiara from returning the favor, connecting strong blows on her tits, making them bounce.

Anya's vision was blurred, and her shrieks of pain were now audible to onlookers. Through what little visibility Anya had, she managed to see the huge sadistic grin that had formed on her rival's face. She could see how her cheek was a little red, and her breasts as well, but other than that, Kiara was mostly intact, she couldn't see herself, but she imagined her condition was quite deplorable. This thought made her angry. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't been able to even muss her rival's hair, was this how she was going to die? Completely humiliated and overpowered? No, of course not.

Using all her strength, she threw herself backwards, using the ropes as momentum, so she could connect a headbutt directly into her rival's face, but all of Kiara's punishment had taken its toll, and with the pain of the blows, making her dizzy, her aim wasn't the best, and instead of Kiara's face, her head hit right on her sternum, but to her good fortune, the blow connected just above Kiara's breasts, which would have absorbed most of the damage from her attack. Kiara recoiled from the pain, and coughing from lack of air.

Anya was still dizzy, but as best she could, she forced her legs forward. Her first blow was a kick to Kiara's knees, making her fall on them, then she connected her right fist on the other blonde's face, with the momentum of this blow, she spun 360 degrees on her feet and finished Kiara off with a spinning kick to her face. Kiara fell to the ground on her huge boobs, but Anya was in no better shape either. She had fallen on her back right at the same time as Kiara, apparently the blows she had landed on her seconds before had already done a lot of damage.

Both women were on the ground, the only way to tell they were still alive was by their shaky breaths.

Anya was the first to get to her feet, though she struggled to do so. By the time she reached her opponent's position, Kiara was barely on her hands and knees. Anya kicked her in her vulnerable stomach, making her groan in pain and fall onto her back. Wasting no time, Anya mounted her rival's stomach. She could feel the thrill of victory, her heart beating fast at the overwhelming sensation of winning her first fight. She launched a series of punches that went straight for her opponent's face, but Anya had forgotten to immobilize Kiara's arms, maybe it was the excitement or her inexperience, but this prevented Kiara from taking most of the damage from her powerful blows by putting her arms between her face and Anya's fists. The same emotion had given her extra strength, but now after several minutes of continuous blows and unable to break through her opponent's defense, fatigue was catching up with her, her blows were getting slower and weaker, and Kiara knew this was her chance. It was now or never, if this failed, she would surely die, but she would not. She knew she was superior to her opponent, and she could not lose this fight.

Kiara opened her arms, exposing her face, Anya didn't think twice and threw a strong punch to her face, but Kiara was faster and deflected Anya's fist with her left hand, and with her right fist she connected a punch with all the strength she could muster, right on Anya's chin, sending her to the canvas completely knocked out.

Kiara got up from the canvas breathing heavily and touching her arms, trying to minimize the pain. After a few seconds, Anya was still on the ground, completely out. Kiara could feel the excitement of what was to come, this was her favorite part, it was time to make Anya her new whore.

It was her turn to mount on top of Anya, but this time, she rode on her rival's breasts, and positioned her knees over her arms. He gave her a couple of gentle blows on her face, to wake her up.

-Wake up, sleeping beauty," he said in a sweet tone.

After a couple more attempts, Anya finally opened her eyes slowly her vision took a few seconds to focus, but when it did, her heart raced again, although this time it was not from the thrill of victory, but from the horror of defeat.

Kiara was sitting right on her breasts, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her arms were completely immobilized, her only hope was her free legs. She tried to hit Kiara with her knees, but to no avail, she couldn't reach her. Desperation was taking over her, and Kiara's sadistic smile wasn't helping. She knew she had to get out of this fast or... she would never get out.

Before she could try anything else, Kiara grabbed her by the neck. Anya could only close her eyes in response to the immense pain she felt in her throat from all the pressure Kiara was exerting. At first it was just the pain, but as the seconds passed the lack of air began to drive her to despair and terror.

Time was passing, and Kiara was not lessening her grip. Anya's legs began to flail violently in all directions, in a futile attempt to free herself from the woman who was about to end her young life. After a few seconds, Anya's legs began to slow their movements, and the choked sounds emitting from her throat began to fade. She knew in that moment: she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it, the woman above her had been superior and smarter than she was. She had been arrogant, and she was about to pay the price.

But surprisingly, Kiara let go of her rival's neck.

-Not yet, bitch. You still have to pay for your insolence," Kiara threatened.

Kiara stood up, and grabbed Anya by the hair, forcing her to get up. Anya obeyed her now conqueror without replying, because she couldn't do it anymore, her head was spinning, her stomach was about to throw her breakfast away, and her body hurt like hell all over. Even if she wanted to do something to oppose, her arms did not respond, and her legs only followed the rhythm set by her dominatrix. Kiara threw Anya towards the ropes, making her land on her back on them. And before she could hit the ground, Kiara ran towards her, planting a knee on her abdomen.

Kiara grabbed Anya's hands, and entangled them in the ropes. Anya was left dangling from her arms. Kiara took her chin in her hand and forced her to look her in the eyes.

-I told you it would be a nuisance to have to take off all those clothes. You'll be a nuisance even after I'm done with you, bitch.

Anya's look had completely changed, there was nothing left of the confident girl who had entered the cage a few minutes before. In her place only the useless Anya remained, trembling with fear, and looking submissive and terrified.

Kiara grabbed Anya's neck again, putting agonizing pressure on her already battered throat. This time Anya only closed her eyes, and her choked cries began to ignite lust in her conqueror. The rest of Anya's body, no longer able to respond, just lay still, at the mercy of her merciless dominatrix, awaiting her verdict.

-You are now my bitch. You should thank me for granting you such an honor.

Anya without opening her eyes, could only nod her head.

The dominatrix released her deadly grip on Anya's neck, and began to untangle the loser's arms from the ropes, when she finally finished, Anya fell to the ground with nothing but her tits to break her fall. She could only let out an almost inaudible cry of pain, and her body began to gasp.

-Now give proper thanks to your new mistress, bitch. On your knees!

Anya still with her eyes closed and completely destroyed on the floor, tried to obey her conqueror, but her arms would not obey her. As best she could she forced her arms and legs to move, and it took a few agonizing seconds, before she could position herself on her legs and hands, she knew she would not manage to get completely on her knees. So she began to speak from there, without looking up from the floor.

-Thank... thank you, mistress.

Anya could no longer stand the fear and humiliation, and tears began to flow in her eyes. She didn't want to die, but she knew she would soon. She was a girl like any other, with dreams and goals, but unfortunately, she had been carried away by emotions and had ended up signing her death warrant. She thought she would be the strongest in the whole tournament, but instead, she would be the first to form the body pile. Today she had been completely destroyed and humiliated, by who she thought was just another blonde bimbo, however, I think in the end the blonde bimbo will be her.

Kiara took her conquered by the hair and put her on her knees, forcing her to look at her.

-You were a good toy, and I had a lot of fun humiliating you, so I'll give you the choice of how you want to leave. You have ten seconds, so don't waste them, slut.

Kiara started counting backwards from 10. Anya, surprised and still sobbing, went blank.

-I... I... I... don't...

The countdown ended and Anya couldn't articulate a complete sentence. Her eyes were wide as saucers, looking straight into the eyes of her conqueror, contemplating as ideas of how to finish her flashed through her mind.

-Well, I see you're not even good for that. But don't worry I've already decided for you.

Without wasting time, Kiara smashed Anya's face into the ground, planted her knee on Anya's back and with her arm around her neck, and pulled it back, cutting off the oxygen passage, by pure instinct, Anya brought a weak and trembling hand to Kiara's arm, but it was useless, it was the end, and she only had to wait for her suffering to end.

After a few seconds, Anya went limp in Kiara's arm, but she couldn't take any risk, so she gave a hard and fast pull upwards, snapping Anya's neck, the blonde's body only responded with a strong spasm in her arms and legs, only to go limp again in the hands of her still unsatisfied conqueror.

Kiara didn't let go of Anya's neck, instead she held her pose, and waited for the cameramen to take the best angles. When she get tired of that pose, she finally let go of Anya's neck and began to remove her clothes, leaving only her thigh-high stockings and heels on her. When she was done, she laid Anya on her back and placed his foot on her tits, demonstrating that she now belonged to her. After That, she turned his rival's body around and posed over her again, but this time with his heel on Anya's ass.

When the best pictures of their victory poses had been taken, Kiara finally took Anya's bra and panties as trophies, and dragged Anya over to the body pile, which she would initiate.

Kiara had proven that at least in this fight, she was the superior woman. She walked away from the cage, with her first trophies of the night, and with the crowd cheering her on.
On top of that, she had noticed that her punches had no bruising or swelling, and her wounds were healed, though they still hurt like hell. Apparently that serum wasn't just to keep them intact when they died.

 

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3. Kiara's background story.
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It was already past 10 p.m., the streets bustling with life in the city center, Kiara was walking back home. The night had been fruitful, she had been to her favorite brothel.

This place had been her sanctuary for years, it was the only place where she could be herself without strings or prejudices. Twice a month she visited the place to unleash her inner animal. She was a beautiful blonde with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess, and nothing more striking about her than her huge, perfect breasts. Any man would kill to spend a night between her tits, but you can't judge a book by its cover.

Every night, she imagined a thousand ways of how to humiliate and murder some poor bimbo who dared to mess with her. It was nothing new. Ever since she was a teenager, her greatest sexual fantasies included humiliation, degradation, and extermination of the most beautiful women she could ever meet, and the cause of her rival's complete extermination? The audacity of believing that she was superior to Kiara.

At first they were just that, fantasies, but over time it had escalated, of course, she had not yet dared to commit murder, but she liked to spend some nights of the month in her favorite brothel, pay the most beautiful prostitute who was available and began an almost inhuman act of humiliation. That pleased her enough, at least for the moment. This same fantasy had cost her all her attempts to get a husband, and a family of her own. Many of the men who approached Kiara would flee in terror after spending a night in her bed, possibly an experience that would mark them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight had been different. A man outside the brothel, approached her with a different proposition. Possibly the man had heard about the blonde's sadism or someone had made him listen, the man began to tell her about the offer he called "the offer of a lifetime," without a hint of embarrassment.

Kiara had heard about death matches before, but she never had the opportunity to enter one. The man invited her to join the next big tournament which they called "The Superior Woman" 32 women fighting for the grand prize of 1 million dollars, and to prove who was the superior woman, the one who would exterminate and conquer the other 31 bimbos, and turn them into her bitches. This was as that man said "the opportunity of a lifetime". She could finally fight and prove in front of many spectators that she was the superior woman.

Her life had been so monotonous since she got her first job, the only thing that brought her back to life was the hours of training in all the martial arts she had heard about. He had trained in all of them, with many experts throughout his life. Perhaps without knowing it, her subconscious had been preparing her for this all her life.
There was no longer any doubt in her mind, this was her destiny. There was no risk, she was sure she would be the winner, fulfill her greatest fantasy and become rich in the process. She turned over the brochure the man had left her, took her cell phone out of her purse and called determined to conquer the tournament, the prize, the spectators and of course, the poor deluded women who were unlucky enough to be on her side of the bracket.

Sexy but brutal girl!

 

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5.- Tamar Background story.

It was almost midnight, and Tamar couldn't sleep again. Yes, she had promised Laura, her best friend, that she would not let all those negative comments overwhelm her, but the truth was that she had been unable to sleep for two nights. The problem was not the comments themselves, but the way she had lost everything she had fought for for years. Those comments didn't hurt her because of their content, but because they reminded her that she had had everything she had ever wanted, and now she had lost it because of one night of drinking.

We all make mistakes, but Tamar had made a very big mistake, she had been recorded in a drunken binge. She didn't even remember what she had done all night, but the next day, social media would remind her.

The video lasted 1 minute, and in it she said that all her fans were nothing more than a bunch of losers, but at least they served to give all their money to her, but she was out of reach. And if necessary, she would kill each and every one of them to keep getting money.

They say children and drunks always tell the truth, and she was drunk, but she didn't remember that thought ever being in her head.

That morning, she was trending topic on all the social media. Everyone who had once been her fans, started writing hate messages against her, even those who had never heard of her, hated her now.

Over time the hate and harassment only got worse. To the point that some people who recognized her on the street, started calling her a whore and other similar insults. Tamar had to stay away from social media, and the streets. Her friends moved away from her, although she was able to keep a few. And her home phone, wouldn't stop ringing, when sometimes, some hater managed to get her number and posted it on the internet, so everyone could harass lady unreachable again, as she had been nicknamed all over the internet.

This was the fourth time in 2 months that she had to change her number.
Tamar was lying on her couch, staring into nothingness, praying that everyone would forget her soon, and this whole lady unreachable thing would finally end. But her phone rang. She just closed her eyes in frustration. She knew no one would call her in the middle of the night, she knew he was a hateful stalker again, but he had just changed his number just this afternoon, how had they gotten her number so fast? Or maybe the same phone company was releasing his number over the Internet.

She couldn't know, but it was the fourth time it had rung, and she knew it wouldn't stop ringing unless she disconnected the line or take the call, she decided it would be the latter, though she didn't know why.

-Hello? -she said timidly.

-Good evening, is this Miss Tamar? -Answered an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.

She knew it was one of those stalkers again.

-Look, I already made a public apology, and it really wasn't through my teeth. I'm really sorry for everything I said, so please, I beg you, stop bothering me," Tears began to trickle down Tamar's cheeks, and her voice sounded cracked.

-No, I'm not one of those stalkers, well, at least not one of those who just wants to ruin your life. In fact, I want to give you a chance.

-A chance? For what? -Tamar sounded genuinely interested.

-Look miss, usually I would have come to visit you personally, but it's a bit difficult to get to your house, and in the face of constant harassment, you've stayed off the streets altogether, so this is my best option for communicating with you. So you see. I know you have lost a lot in the last few months, and I'm not just talking about money. I represent an organization that can give people like you a second chance.

-You know, people don't go around giving away these kinds of opportunities, so tell me, what's the price?

-The price is very high indeed miss, but I'm not talking about money, again. But it will be high only if you lose.

-Lose? Lose at what? Is it a game?

-Something like that, fights actually. But our clientele is much more suited to you than were once all those followers you lost. If you win, you're going to get fame, a lot more than you lost, and money. Our clientele will love you, and you will get everything you want from them.

-Wow, that sounds... good, too good to be so easy.

-It's just, it's really not that easy. I told you the price is high, if you lose, that's because, if you lose, you will be humiliated and killed in front of the public, but don't worry, this is not the middle ages, this is not a public execution, but a clean death, without blood, just to satisfy the desire and needs of our clients.

Tamar's heart began to pound. Now she understood what they were talking about, she had seen some of it with some of her friends. Pictures and videos, of women fighting to the death, until one of the two was annihilated and stripped naked in front of the audience. She wasn't exactly a fan of it, but she was curious, what kind of things encouraged women to participate in these events? Frankly she didn't understand, but today, she herself had the opportunity to be one of those women, she was scared, but why hadn't she hung up the phone yet?

-Miss, are you still there? -The man on the other end of the line got her attention again.

-Yes... and you say if I win, I get whatever I want from these people?

-Right.

-And if I win, I'll have to kill the other girls I beat, right?

-Again, that's right.

- And how many women will I have to kill?

-Well, there are 32 women in this tournament, if we count you, but if you win, you'll only have to finish off 5.

He didn't answer, he knew it was a unique offer, not because of what he would have to do, but because if he won, he could get everything he had lost. It would never happen again, and if he lost... well, anyway, if he turned down this offer, he would surely die afterwards.

-I guess... I guess I can do it.

-Unbelievable. Well miss, in a few days a car will pick you up, to sign the contract and to arrange everything after that. We'll be in touch.

The man hung up without waiting for Tamar's response, but it was the right thing to do, Tamar was stunned, still amazed at what he had done.

Now she was all in on this, and she knew she had to win. Never in her life had she ever fought, or trained, but she would start right now, she knew she had to give it her all, because her life depended on it, because if she failed, she would surely end up in one of those videos of her friends, pleasuring them with her death.

 

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6. Eun Ji Background story.

It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Eun Ji was in her dressing room, waiting for her coffee, which she had ordered more than 5 minutes ago. She hated coffee that had been served more than 5 minutes ago, surely the poor guy or girl who brought her coffee would be greeted by a glass of water, directly in her face.

Someone knocked on the door, but Eun Ji was no longer in the mood.

-If you're the coffee boy, you'd better get out of here if you don't want me to throw it on you.

No one answered, but the door rang again.

-Come in! -Eun Ji shouted.

The door opened, and behind it, a boy, no more than 22 years old, entered, carrying in his hands, a cardboard cup, with a coffee, surely destined for his shirt, or worse, his head.

Eun Ji's look was one of pure hatred.

-What did I just say to you? -She shouted angrily.

-Calm down, miss, I didn't come just for the coffee," the poor boy managed to say, interposing his hands, so that Eun Ji couldn't reach him.

-Then what do you want? Say it quickly and get out, I don't have time," said Eun Ji contemptuously.

-I'm just a messenger, miss. And I've come to give you a message that we think will be of interest to you.

-Just say your message, and if it's from a fan, you'd better save it and get out of here right now.

-Well, my bosses are fans of yours, but I think it's really in your best interest to hear it.

Eun Ji's face was pure anger. She waved her hand, motioning for him to speak.

-You are a big rising star, and we know that you are very interested in growing that same fame. So we want to invite you to a big event, one where rich and important men gather, if you manage to convince them that you are the best among all, there will be nothing they won't do for you.

Eun Ji's expression changed radically, now she looked interested.

-Well, you could have started there, it is obvious that there is no one better than me, so they will surely do anything I want.

-Well, in this industry there may be no one better than you, but we are dedicated to something else.

-What do you do?

-It's a little complicated, miss. But you tell me, and this will be just between us. Tell me, what do you want? What is your biggest dream? Tell me and we'll fulfill it.

Eun Ji looked fascinated and excited at the boy who a few minutes ago was about to run without remorse.

-I... I want to be a princess, not in a figurative sense, I really want to be a princess. Marry a prince, and maybe, someday, become a queen.

The boy formed a giant smile on his face.

-There are many princes among our clientele, many of them come here to look for a mate, you know, the strongest people, natural selection. If you win, any of them will be at your feet, and your dilemma will no longer be whether you will find a prince who will love you, but which prince you will decide to marry.

Eun Ji smiled from ear to ear.

-What do I have to do?

-Fight.

She looked a little dismayed, not expecting this at all. She thought maybe it would be a beauty contest, a runway or something, but fighting? She had never done it, not even once, but if she did this, her dream would be within her reach. And besides, how hard could it be to learn to fight?

-Fighting that's all?

-Well, not exactly. You will have to fight, with other women, seeking to fulfill your dream, just like you, but those who lose... well, let's say if you lose, you die.

Eun Ji's eyes pleased, almost to the point of popping out of their sockets.

-Die? Literally? Die?

-Yes, literally. If you lose, your opponent will humiliate you until he gets tired of you and then end your life. And if you win, then you will have to do the same to your rival.

-Well, yes, but... Dying is extreme, isn't it?

-Well, yes, but those are the rules of the tournament, you can accept or decline. I didn't come here to force you, only to invite you. But think of the reward. No one will ever make an offer like this again.

The boy took a card out of his bag.

-Here, if you accept, call this number. See you later, have a nice day.

The boy got up and started to leave. Eun Ji's body, reacted faster than her brain and grabbed the boy's arm to stop him.

What was she doing? she was really about to sign up for this mundane tournament, to provide pleasure to a bunch of strangers, just to fulfill his dream?

-That won't be necessary... I accept.

Eun Ji, spoke almost without thinking, but she knew that if she declined the offer, she would surely live with regret forever. Besides, who could beat her? There was no one in this world better than her. No one.