The Death Dojo: Melissa VS... (1 Viewer)

BW30 · Jan 25, 2020

1 - Melissa VS The Minotaur

Melissa wasn't sure exactly how she found herself in this position.

Last week, Melissa May was settling in to her first week of classes. She had decided to go to college to study literature. She liked reading, she liked writing, and she was pretty good at both. Another thing she was good at? Being in debt. So when a mysterious man went around campus promoting his amateur fighting tournament with a million dollar prize, she was immediately interested. She managed to snag one of his flyers before he was politely yet firmly escorted off of campus. "I'd love to see you there, my sweet," he said to Melissa as security escorted him off. "We love to see girls show the guys how to REALLY fight!" His smile was infectious, and she had to admit, he was fairly attractive... in a dark macabre sort of way. Something about him reminded her of death, and yet the excitement he brought made her feel more alive than she had in a long time. She didn't quite understand it, and she didn't need to. All she knew is that she needed to join this tournament and win herself some money. What was the worst that could happen?

Well, who knows the WORST that could happen, but being held upside-down by your ankles by a muscle-bound meathead who calls himself The Minotaur is pretty bad.

She hadn't been much of a fighter in her life, but she figured she could take a few hits and maybe get some lucky punches in. If the man with the flyers just went around to random people to get them to join his fighting tournament, then surely the competition wouldn't be that fierce? Well, Melissa didn't think the flyers were totally honest.

The flyers had said that even just showing up to fight got you $200. Winning your first match was $1000, and winning the whole thing was a million. The flyer also said that it was all local talent, and this dude she was fighting now had a very thick Greek accent. He definitely was NOT from the midwest.

Her name had been pulled first, so she didn't know quite what to expect. There were a decent amount of people in the venue, which was basically just a warehouse with some bleachers and some Japanese stuff thrown around for atmosphere. The flyer didn't give the venue a name, but a sign above the "ring" read Death Dojo, followed by some Japanese symbols. The "ring" itself was just four pillars marking the four corners, with rope connecting the pillars. There was quite a bit of room to move around, which would have been nice had Melissa not been clotheslined two seconds into the match.

Melissa wore her everyday attire. A plain blue tank top with white shorts, and her favorite white sneakers. Her hair was shoulder-length and dark brown. The man with the flyers seemed so nice (despite his skull like facial features), so she was surprised to see how dark, dirty, and dangerous everything here seemed. There was a decent sized crowd, and they all seemed excited to see her get pummeled. So much for showing the guys how to fight.

So the first thing that happened after Melissa met her opponent, who wore black sweat pants and nothing else, was that she got clotheslined. This made her dizzy. The second thing that happened was that her body was pulled up into the air by her ankles. Whatever was going to happen next, she was not looking forward to it.

The Minotaur maneuvered Melissa so that she was behind his back, still being held up. She knew if she didn't do something fast, she would be slammed face-first into the ground, and the match would most likely be over.

His grip on her ankles was just too tight. She tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, but to no avail. The Minotaur gave a shout as he slammed Melissa into the floor. Her face smashed into the concrete, and she immediately lost consciousness. The crowd starting cheering, and The Minotaur was loving every second of the attention. He looked down at his opponent, and noticed blood starting to pool under her head. He lifted her head up by her hair to reveal her bloody face, eyes rolled back and jaw totally slack. He placed one of his massive hands under her chin, with his other still holding on to her hair. The Minotaur violently twisted Melissa's head, giving off a gross popping and crackling sound. He then took his hand off of her chin but continued holding on to her hair. He shook her head around a few times to show off his win for the day, then slammed it back down into the hard floor. The flyers had failed to mention that death was a common outcome for the losers of the Death Dojo.

Being upside down was incredibly disorienting, but she managed to somehow grab on to her opponent's ankles just as he was going to slam her down. This surprised The Minotaur, and the force of himself yanking on his opponent who in turn yanked on him caused him to lose his footing. Both Melissa and The Minotaur came crashing down onto the floor. Melissa might find the situation comical if she wasn't currently afraid for her life. They wouldn't allow the fights to go that far, would they?

"I WILL KILL YOU!" shouted The Minotaur.

Well then, it would be a good idea to at least assume that death is a possibility here.

Melissa scrambled up to her feet. The Minotaur was strong, but she was fairly thin and could move quickly. The Minotaur was on his hands and knees, and Melissa saw this as an opportunity to strike. She kicked the muscle-bound oaf hard in the stomach. He laughed. She screamed in pain. Damn he's solid! Well, maybe if she kicked him several times, it would weaken him?

Melissa tried to kick her thick solid opponent again, but this time The Minotaur caught her foot. He brought her down to the ground as he grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach. She tried to crawl away, but to no avail. The Minotaur put her into a boston crab. He slowly bent her in half. Melissa screamed out as she could feel and hear the bones in her back breaking. She felt a second of relief as The Minotaur eased up on the pressure, then he put everything he had into bringing her legs down on top of her body. The Minotaur sat down on top of Melissa's head while still holding her legs. Melissa felt excruciating pain, and then nothing at all.

The Minotaur let go of Melissa's legs, but they simply stayed in place. She was bent completely in half and totally limp. He could see she was still breathing, though barely. To remedy this, he kicked her legs apart, as they were resting on her head, then he stomped down on the back of Melissa's head. After twitching a few times, Melissa's movements stopped completely. The Minotaur flexed his muscles and drank in the crowd's excitement. They chanted his name as he walked out of the ring, and no one there even remembered the name of the poor girl who lost the first match of the day to The Minotaur.

No, that would probably lead to her death! She needed a plan, and fast. She couldn't take many hits from this man. She was still dizzy from the clothesline. She looked around the room, but couldn't come up with any ideas. Leaving the ring lead to disqualification, and the way they said the word, "disqualification" led her to believe she would be better off in the ring. At least in here she could clearly see her enemy, and as he finally got up on his feet, she could clearly see that he was very big.

"Well, the bigger they are, the harder they f-FUCK!"

The Minotaur charged at Melissa and she barely got out of the way in time. His head was down and he charged like a bull.

"Why do they call you The Minotaur instead of just The Bull?"

"Bull was already taken. Plus Minotaur sounds scarier."

"Ah. OH SHIT!"

The Minotaur charged again, and again Melissa barely dodged in time. She looked around the room again to see if she could spot anything at all she could use against her opponent. Then she saw it. The pillars in the corner of the ring. They looked sturdy enough, maybe...

While Melissa was looking around, ignoring her very dangerous opponent, The Minotaur charged forward a third time, and this time found his mark.

"GWAAUGH!" Melissa was hit in her midsection by The Minotaur's head. He continued charging, taking Melissa with him, and they slammed into the very pillar Melissa was planning on luring The Minotaur into. Instead of The Minotaur's head smashing into the pillar, it was The Minotaur's head smashing into her body smashing into the pillar.

"GYAH! AHHHGHGHghgh....." Melissa went limp. The Minotaur stepped back and looked up into his opponent. She was embedded into the pillar. He watched as she started to fall out of the indentation they put into it. As she landed on her knees, The Minotaur stopped her from falling completely by grabbing her by the neck. She gagged a little, though she was mostly unconscious. He smacked her a few times in the face. "Wake up, girl."

As her eyes slowly opened, all she could see was a giant man in front of her. His hand was around her neck. This wasn't good. She clawed at his arm as he lifted her up into the air by her throat. He slammed her into the pillar multiple times until her arms fell limp and she lost consciousness again. He grabbed her neck with his other hand so that he now had both hands on her throat. He squeezed as hard as he could and heard a crunching sound. Melissa's body twitched a few times then stopped. He held her there for about half a minute to make sure she was completely finished. Then he just let go and she crumpled to the floor.

The repair bill for the broken pillar would be all on him, but if he won a few more fights it wouldn't really matter. Whatever it took to win, he would win. Nothing and no one would stop him.

The Minotaur charged yet again. He was strong, but awfully predictable. His lack of creativity could be his downfall. Hopefully!

Melissa maneuvered herself so that she was directly between one of the pillars and The Minotaur. If she timed this wrong, she would be the meat in an incredibly violent sandwich. The Minotaur raised his head. Was he done charging? Melissa really needed him to charge one more time.

The Minotaur smiled. "I see what you are doing! You want to trick me! You cannot trick me! I am smart!"

"You're not smart. You're a big fat ugly stupid sack of SHIT!"

"Wha!? I AM NOT FAT!"

The Minotaur charged headfirst towards Melissa, and headfirst into the pillar as she dodged him just in time. CRACK!

"GRAAAAAGHHHH!!"

Damnit! He was still conscious! Though it looked like he was stuck! Well, she could see if she could finish him off somehow, or she could try to make a run for it.

Fuck this place, Melissa had to get out, and now was her best chance. Everyone seemed surprised that this relatively small girl could cause that kind of damage to a man that size (though he caused that damage himself), she thought she could get away in the shock and confusion. She ducked under the rope serving as the line of the ring and ran as fast as she could towards the exit. A big man about the same size as The Minotaur appeared in front of her, and somehow she was now looking back at the ring. How is that possible? She never turned around, she should still be facing the exit. Then she realized, her head was on backwards. The second she realized the big security guard had snapped her neck, twisting it completely around to face the opposite direction she was standing, she crumpled to the floor, dead. The Minotaur wins by forfeiture!

She made it this far, the big oaf was stuck, she had some time to think up something. He was yelling quite loudly, so he must have really hurt himself. Surely she could do something! His head was almost entirely inside the pillar. She tried to chop at his neck, but all that did was hurt her hand. She pounded on his neck over and over again, and eventually it started to feel like she was affecting him. The Minotaur's movements were slowing down. Then she finally had an idea that would win her the match!

Melissa climbed up until she was standing on The Minotaur's back. She was pretty good at keeping her balance, so she wasn't afraid of falling off. Then The Minotaur twisted himself around, and she felt like she was riding on a bull.

"You REALLY should have been called The Bull."

Once she felt like she had regained her balance, she was ready to deliver her final blow. Melissa jumped up into the air...

...and completely screwed up her landing. She had intended to land on his neck, but instead she landed on his shoulder. She flipped over and fell to the floor. Instead of landing on The Minotaur's neck, she landed on the floor with her neck.

CRACK!

Her body toppled over and crumpled into a heap. The last sound Melissa heard was the sound of the audience laughing at her humiliating defeat. The Minotaur had won, though at the moment he wasn't sure exactly how or why.

After pulling his head out of the pillar, he looked around confused. Apparently the match was over and he was victorious. He looked down at the floor to see the silly girl in a twisted pile. He picked her up by her head and lifted her up to show off his new trophy. The audience cheered, and The Minotaur was laughing and smiling. He never had an opponent kill herself before!

...and landed directly on The Minotaur's thick neck. Between him twisting around and her entirely body weight being on his neck, that was enough to do some real damage. She heard a popping sound, and The Minotaur's thrashing stopped. She tumbled to the ground and landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her. The crowd went wild and started chanting her name.

"Melanie! Melanie! Melanie!"

Well, it was almost her name. Good enough. She blacked out.

...

When Melissa woke up, she noticed that absolutely everything hurt. Which she supposed was better than what The Minotaur was feeling, which was nothing at all. She realized she was lying on one of the bleachers. Apparently someone had dragged her here. As Melissa started to sit up, the man who came to her campus came up to her with a wad of cash. "$1000 for you, my sweet. You're either very lucky or very skilled at looking like you're very lucky."

"Am I in trouble for killing my opponent?"

"Oh no, dear. Many of our fights end in death. Forgive me, but it's very hard to advertise a tournament that believes that death is an acceptable occurrence in the ring. Authorities don't look too kindly upon death matches. Not all of our matches end in death, they go on until I decide that they are over."

"Would you have stopped the match before that idiot broke my neck or crushed me to death?"

"Absolutely, my sweet!"

Melissa felt he was being less than honest. She was glad to be alive and was more than ready to get out of this place.

"You may leave now with your money, of course, or you may stay and watch the remaining matches."

"I'm going to head home, and I don't think I'll be coming back here for round two next week."

"That's completely up to you, of course! You may take your money and stay home, content that you fought a fierce battle and triumphed. After all, a winner is a winner whether they fight one battle or one hundred."

"Thanks."

The man got up and started to walk away. He took a few steps, paused and turned around.

"Of course, the winner of round two gets $10,000."

Melissa could really use that money.

"Round three is $100,000... the final round is..."

"A million, right, I remember."

"Think about it, others may choose to not return next week, then there would be less people you'd have to compete with..."

The man smiled and walked away. The next fight was about to start.

Melissa had a decision to make.

THE END

BW30 · Jan 25, 2020

2 - Eva VS Bonebreaker

Melissa had won her first fight. Which was good since losing a fight in the Death Dojo typically meant losing your life. Her opponent, The Minotaur, had charged at her, missed, and smashed into a pillar in the corner of the ring instead, and she was able, with great difficulty, to break his neck while he was stuck. They didn't even remove his body before the next fight started.

She wasn't sure if she was going to come back next week for Round Two, but she figured she could at least watch the next fight of the night. A name was called over the speakers of the venue. "Eva, please enter the ring!" A beautiful girl who appeared to be in her late twenties walked out on stage wearing a tight pink tank top and short blue denim cut-off shorts. She was barefoot, which seemed to Melissa to be a bad idea considering how dirty the floor was. The girl didn't look like a fighter at all. She was certainly in shape, but not in "fighter" shape. Maybe she was in a similar position as Melissa? Perhaps she just needed money. She looked like a nice girl, hopefully Melissa didn't have to face her in Round Two.

Face her in Round Two? Melissa apparently already made the decision to return next week. Well then, staying to watch the fights for fun just turned into watching the fights to see her future opponents and how they fight. Maybe she would see something that would give her an advantage. Melissa didn't want to die on a dirty concrete floor, so she knew she had a tough week of training ahead of her. She got lucky today, but she couldn't count on luck again. She watched Eva enter the ring, and another name was called over the speakers.

"Bonebreaker, please enter the ring!"

The crowd started cheering. Apparently some of them knew who this Bonebreaker was. The name was intimidating enough, but maybe it was just a scare tactic. The Minotaur was plenty strong, but maybe most of the other fighters were like her, inexperienced and just in need of cash. Bonebreaker entered the ring.

He was huge. Perhaps bigger than The Minotaur. She immediately felt scared for the girl in the ring, and herself as well. "There's no way I could beat that guy if I went up against him! What am I getting myself into? I can't come back next week!" Then she thought of the cash. $10,000 for Round Two. $100,000 for Round Three. "Well, maybe I'll just stop by a couple more times. I don't need to go all the way. Maybe I won't even face this guy. Maybe Eva will win!"

"Eva VS Bonebreaker, FIGHT!"

Eva, who had shoulder length red-brown hair, put up her fists in a typical fighter's stance. Bonebreaker, who was a very large dark skinned bald man wearing only black sweat shorts, cracked his knuckles and smiled.

"I, uh, I'm not af-f-fraid of you," Eva said to her opponent. Bonebreaker didn't say anything back. "Not one for conversation, then," Eva mumbled to herself.

Bonebreaker quickly rose a fist and feigned a punch towards his opponent. Eva yelped and fell back on her butt. This got a laugh out of the crowd. Eva's face turned bright red. She quickly scrambled back up to her feet and put on a serious facial expression that she didn't feel inside at all. She was terrified, but she wouldn't give her opponent the satisfaction of acting scared again. She wasn't expecting the fighting to be as dangerous as it was, the loser of the last fight's body was still in the corner of the ring! She was shocked that death was allowed here, and she had hoped she would go up against a merciful opponent. With a name like Bonebreaker, she had no confidence in that at all.

Bonebreaker feigned a punch again, and Eva flinched, but remained on her feet. Bonbreaker smiled. He feigned another punch, and finally Eva remained unfazed. This boosted her confidence.

Then Bonebreaker punched her in the face for real.

Eva fell back, fast. She hit the ground with the back of her head and was out cold. Blood gushed out of her nose, which was surely broken. Bonebreaker flexed his muscles to the crowd as they chanted his name. He went over to his fallen opponent and grabbed her by her face. Her whole face fit into one of his hands. He lifted her up in the air, and eventually she woke up. She started kicking and beating on his arm to try and get him to let go of her. He did. As he let go, his other hand, which was balled into a fist, struck Eva in the gut. She went tumbling head over feet and crashed into one of the pillars. Bonebreaker ran towards Eva, picked her up by her face again, and slammed her into the pillar. He punched her in the belly repeatedly until Eva fell unconscious. He let go and she crashed hard into the concrete floor. He grabbed her hair and brought her up to her knees. Bonebreaker then punched Eva in the face over and over again, eventually letting go of her hair as he hit her one more time. Eva fell to the floor again.

Bonebreaker could have ended the fight at any time, but he kept going. He lifted Eva up, this time bringing her up to her feet. She was still conscious, but only barely. She swayed back and forth, with blood dripping out of her once beautiful face. Bonebreaker was ready to live up to his name. He stomped on Eva's left foot hard and a crunching sound was heard, followed by an intense scream. Bonebreaker came down on her other foot, and Eva dropped to her knees. He grabbed ahold of her right hand, and bent each of her fingers back one by one. Eva was screaming and babbling nonsense. Bonebreaker bent back her wrist. CRUNCH! Then he struck her elbow. CRUCH! Then he bent back her whole arm. CRUNCH!

Bonebreaker grabbed on to Eva's other arm. "No no...p-p-please, not again. Just end it. Finish me! Just do it alreaAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Bonebreaker broke every bone in her left arm like he did the right. He then grabbed Eva by the back of her head, put his other hand between her legs, and lifted her up in the air above his head. Eva tried to kick her legs to get free, but it was ineffective. Her arms of course were completely useless. Bonebreaker slammed Eva down on his knee in a brutal crunchy backbreaker. Eva went completely silent and limp. She was most likely out for good this time. But Bonebreaker wasn't one to leave things to chance. He beat her stretched out stomach several times, but Eva gave no reaction. Ready to be done with the fight, Bonebreaker lifted up Eva's head by her hair. He placed his other hand on her chin and twisted hard to the left. CRUCH! Then to the right. CRUNCH! Then to the left again! CRUNCH! He let go of Eva's head and she remained draped across Bonebreaker's knee, completely defeated. He picked her up and threw her hard into one of the pillar's that didn't have The Minotaur's head lodged into it. She hit it with a last hard CRUNCH and then crashed to the floor in a mangled heap.

Melissa felt sick to her stomach. Would she end up going against a maniac like that? Would her next opponent torture her before finishing her off? She imagined her face being beaten, her back being broken, and her neck being snapped. She imagined everyone laughing at her, the poor stupid dead girl, which wasn't hard since that's what they were doing right now at Eva. Suddenly she felt VERY sick. She got up and ran towards the door. The security guard recognized her as the winner of the first fight and stepped aside to let her leave. She ran around the corner of the building and threw up. She then started crying. Not because she was sad for the girl inside, but because she was afraid for herself. She was afraid because she knew she was going to be back next week. Because the fear of death wasn't quite as strong as her lust for battle. A lust that wasn't there even earlier today. There was something strange about the Death Dojo, but she knew she had to see it through to the end. For now though, she returned home and slept the heaviest sleep she had ever slept.

BW30 · Jan 25, 2020

3 - Melissa VS Star

Melissa had never worked so hard in her whole life.

After surviving her first battle at the Death Dojo and witnessing how brutal the fights can be, Melissa spent her whole week training. She studied different fighting styles and techniques for ending fights quickly. Melissa was fairly thin, so she knew she couldn't take many hits, especially considering most of the fighters were twice her size or bigger. But her first taste of victory gave her the motivation to keep going. If she could beat someone like The Minotaur, then she should be able to handle anything.

But not all opponents were big and slow.

Melissa returned to the Death Dojo the following week. This time she knew a bit more of what to expect, and her name was not called first so she got to watch a few fights. She had gotten over her shock of watching Bonebreaker completely destroy that poor girl Eva. She used her fear and her anger to her advantage to motivate her. One week wasn't a long time, so physically she hadn't changed much, but mentally she almost felt like a brand new person. This allowed her to actually enjoy watching the fights, and it let her study the different kinds of opponents she might face. The first fight she watched was between two men. One was a boxer and the other was a grappler. The grappler bent the boxer all different kinds of ways before his body finally gave out. Melissa felt confident that she could take on a grappler like that. She had gotten much faster with her attacks and could probably evade him. The second fight she watched was between two women. One looked very young and inexperienced, much like Melissa was with her first fight. She must have had some abilities, since she made it to Round 2, but her opponent was much older and more experienced than her. The older woman ended up wrapping her legs around the young girl and snapping her neck. Melissa felt bad for the girl since she reminded her of herself. She needed to be careful here. The last fight was between a pretty strong looking woman and a man who dressed up as a clown. The clown beat the woman senseless, and when she stopped moving, he beat her some more. There were lots of different kinds of fighters in the Death Dojo, so Melissa knew she had to expect anything.

Melissa's name was finally called. She wore a similar outfit to what she wore last time, just a simple shirt and shorts. She decided to go barefoot this time, since that's how she trained and it felt more comfortable to her. She was actually quite surprised at her opponent, because she was a very average looking woman. She went by the name of Star. She was slightly taller than Melissa, fair skin, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had small black stars painted under her eyes. Her outfit was quite plain: just a black tank top, a black denim skirt, black fingerless leather gloves, and black combat boots. She didn't look overly strong, and she didn't have much of a style, so Melissa wasn't able to really predict what she was in for.

The bell rang and the fight started. They circled each other slowly, trying to see who would strike first. Melissa got tired of waiting and charged ahead.

Melissa went straight for her opponent's face, and Star reacted accordingly. She dodged out of the way and struck Melissa in her face. This spun Melissa around, so her her opponent was behind her. Star wasted no time and kicked the back of Melissa's legs to bring her down to her knees. Star wrapped her arms around Melissa's neck and put her into a sleeperhold. Melissa tried her best to escape, but Star was too strong for her. Melissa went limp, and Star held her in place for a few more seconds. Then she yanked Melissa's head hard to one side, snapping her neck and killing her instantly. Melissa fell to the dirty concrete floor, while Star gave a sigh of relief. The crowd was angry at such a short fight, but Star didn't care. She needed this money more than anybody here, and she wouldn't let anybody else take home the prize.

Her opponent reacted instinctively and dodged out of way. Melissa had anticipated this. Her first attack was merely a feint. Melissa saw this maneuver on a Youtube video and hoped that it would work in the real world. Luckily for her, it did. As Star leaned back to avoid getting hit in the face, Melissa kicked at her leg, which caused Star to lose her balance. Star wobbled a bit, and Melissa brought her hands together and smashed Star in her chest, causing her to fall backwards onto her back. Melissa wasted no time and jumped on her opponent and started strangling her. It took Star a few moments to get over her embarrassment of her failed dodge and eventually she was able to overpower Melissa. Star managed to reverse her position, and now Star was on top of Melissa. Melissa felt her opponent's hands close around her throat as she struggled to breathe. The element of surprise was over. Now she needed to use her strength.

Melissa beat on Star's arms, but Star was just too strong for her. With every passing second her strength lessened more and more, until eventually her body went limp. Star then grabbed ahold of Melissa's head with both her hands.

"Sorry, girl, but I came here to win. This isn't personal..."

Star violently twisted Melissa's head to the left and then to the right, hearing a gross popping and crackling sound each time. Star left Melissa lying dead in the middle of the ring with a broken neck.

"Just a few more rounds to go," Star said to herself. "I can do this!"

Unfortunately, strength was not something Melissa had been able to build up in just a week. The grip around her throat got tighter and tighter. Melissa let her arms go limp, and her opponent lessened her grip. Star grabbed ahold of Melissa's head and said, "Sorry girl, but I came here to win. Nothing personal..."

Melissa's eyes shot open. "Sorry, but it feels kinda personal!" Melissa held out two fingers and poked her opponent right in her eyes. Star fell back screaming and holding her hands up to her face.

Melissa knew she wasn't all that strong, so she hoped she would be able to fake out her opponents. First she pretended to strike her opponent's face, then she pretended to lose consciousness as she was being strangled. Luckily for her, her opponent was gullible. She didn't know if this strategy would work against aggressive opponents, but Star seemed like a normal person with no real training, and she didn't have that bloodlust in her eyes like her previous opponent had. She felt confident she could beat her opponent now. In some ways, she even felt sad. Star was probably just like her, someone living day to day just trying to find a place in the world. Well, Melissa had found her place. She was a fighter now, and she couldn't let personal feelings get in her way. She would have to win.

Star wasn't happy about how the fight was going. "You stupid bitch! That fucking hurt! That was a cheap shot!"

"There are no cheap shots here! I'm fighting for my life!"

"Well you won't be fighting for long!"

Star charged forward, and this time, the two locked hands.

Melissa tried to overpower her opponent, which was a mistake. She pushed back with all her might, but Star was just stronger. Melissa fell to her knees, but Star wouldn't let up. Star managed to get Melissa all the way to the floor, lying on her back. Star let go of Melissa's hands and quickly struck her in the face. Melissa was struck over and over again, left, right, left, right, and finally, her face was struck hard in the middle. Her nose broke and blood poured out of it.

Star stood up and was happy to hear the crowd cheering for her. But the fight wasn't over. She had to finish off her opponent. She had killed her last opponent, but it was easy. He was gross and nasty, but her opponent now was just a girl like her. But it didn't matter, she NEEDED the money. It's amazing what one is capable of doing when you're not fighting for yourself, but for another...

Star pressed the heel of her boot onto Melissa's neck. Melissa's eyes got big, and she pleaded with her to let her go. Star had no choice, she came here to win, and that's what she was going to do. She pressed down hard until she heard a snap. The crowd cheered and Star left the ring. Star was glad she won, but she didn't know how many fights she had left in her. She would continue on anyway. She had to.

Melissa knew Star was stronger than her, so instead trying to overpower her opponent, she just went limp and fell to the ground. Star again lost her balance and she fell on top of Melissa. "Goddamnit! Just fight me like normal!"

The two rolled around on the ground. They hit each other, in the face, belly, chest, sides, all over. They pulled at each other's hair. The fight was starting to look like a stereotypical catfight that you would see in the streets or at a schoolyard. Both fighters seemed to forget their training and they just went at each other. At least the crowd was enjoying the show. Star's skirt had ridden up to reveal her white panties. A skirt probably wasn't the best fighting attire, but the crowd didn't mind.

Eventually, Star managed to get on top of Melissa. They both had each other's hair in their hands. Star pulled in Melissa's head quickly and gave her a nasty headbutt. Melissa fell back and was knocked out cold. Star went to stand up, but couldn't as she was very dizzy. "Maybe...that wasn't...the best idea..." Star lost consciousness as well.

Melissa awoke in an interesting position. Apparently she had lost consciousness, and now she was at the mercy of her opponent. Star's legs were wrapped around Melissa's head. Her head was pulled up all the way into Star's crotch.

"I'm sorry, but I have to kill you now. I know you would do the same, it is what it is."

Melissa grabbed at Star's thighs and tried to pry them off of her head, but to no avail. Star maneuvered Melissa around so now her thighs were around Melissa's neck. Melissa kept grabbed at and slapping Star's thighs, but Star had the advantage of both strength and motivation. Sure she felt bad about ending another one's life, especially a girl who was around her age. Maybe in another life they could have been friends, but their paths just happened to cross at the wrong time, and now one of them was going to die. And it wasn't going to be Star. She flexed and twisted Melissa's head quickly to the side. She felt her neck compress and her spine snap. Star held the position for several seconds as Melissa twitched and gurgled. Star twisted again just to be sure, then again just because she could. Finally she let the girl's head go. The crowd went wild, and all the positive attention gave Star a massive amount of confidence. She went on to become the fan favorite, while Melissa was completely forgotten by the next round.

Melissa's life flashed before her eyes, and she knew she was going to die. Then she had an idea. It was bold, but she was out of options. She bit down hard on Star's crotch.

"EIIIYEEEEEEOUUUCH!!!!!"

Star quickly let go of Melissa, and they both rolled away from each other. Melissa knew she had the advantage now as Star was no longer paying attention to her. Now was a good time to try out that other maneuver she saw on Youtube.

Melissa jumped on Star and put her into a triangle choke hold with her legs. She may not have had the strength that Star had, but she managed to lock in the hold tightly. Star was still recovering from Melissa's surprise move and was shocked to find herself on the losing end of the fight.

"Please...ack!" Star started to beg for her life. "I'm just here... ACK! Trying to... get money...GCKKKK!"

"Please don't beg, you were going to kill me."

"Just trying to...AWWWCK! Money for....my...my..."

Melissa tightened the hold.

"GLLCK!! For my...child..." Star fell unconscious.

Melissa loosened the hold slightly, but kept Star locked in. She didn't have any family of her own, so she never really considered that other fighters may have had family. Apparently Star was a mother. Killing the Minotaur was easy, he was big and scary and ruthless. Star was just a girl with a kid who made a bad decision to fight in a death tournament. Was it a bad decision? Melissa had made the same decision. She returned for Round 2, just like Star did. Except Melissa was fighting because she wanted to. Because she had something inside of her that longed for a good fight. Star had a real reason to be here. To support her family.

As Melissa contemplated what she was going to do, Star woke up.

Melissa saw the look of fear in Star's eyes and let her go. Turns out her compassion was her downfall.

Star surprised Melissa with a strike to her belly. This knocked all the wind out of her. Star stood up and kicked Melissa over onto her belly.

"Thank you for losing, but now you have to die."

Star stomped down on Melissa's lower back. She felt and heard the bone give way. Melissa screamed and tried to crawl away, but she had no control at all over her legs.

"In another life we may have been friends, but in this one, you die so my child can live. Hyah!"

Star stomped down again and again on Melissa's back, shattering her spine all over. Melissa stopped moving and screaming. She was barely breathing anymore. She just wanted it all to be over. She got her wish.

Star stomped down on the back of Melissa's head and crushed it. Blood oozed out of Melissa's broken skull, spreading out and covering the concrete floor. Star sighed and thought she would never get the blood off of her boots, but then she decided she liked the way it looked and kept them bloody. She would have to hide them from her child, of course.

It was risky, but Star kept on fighting in the next rounds, and even in more tournaments. She fought and fought, until she eventually lost in the final round of another Death Dojo tournament. Her opponent was brutal. Star's head was completely removed from her body, but all the money she made in the tournaments was more than enough to give her child a good life.

Melissa looked into Star's eyes, and it broke her heart. She knew she was telling the truth about her child. Melissa felt bad, but she couldn't stop now. This was the Death Dojo. Only one of them would walk out of here alive, and she wasn't going to give her life away to anybody.

"I'm so, so sorry..."

Melissa tightened the hold, and she did exactly as the Youtube video she watched did. She twisted her body just the right way and snapped Star's neck. Star twitched a few times before falling still. Melissa let her go, and in all the excitement and shock of winning another fight and the sadness she felt and ending another girl's life caused her to have a complete mental breakdown. Someone had to come in and remove Melissa from the ring. Another came and dragged Star's body to the corner of the ring, where she was left throughout the rest of the night. During the last fight of the evening, one fighter picked up her body and used it as a human shield. Star's body was beaten and broken throughout that fight, and she was barely recognizable by the end of the night.

Melissa went home in hysterics, but she had more training to do. She would rest for tonight, but tomorrow, she went back to training. She needed to build up her strength if she was going to win this whole thing.

THE END

BW30 · Jan 25, 2020

4 - Melissa VS Painora

Melissa had spent her entire last week training. Not just her body, but her mind as well. She had almost lost it after she had killed her last opponent. She was just a girl, like Melissa, desperate for money and having no other real options. And Melissa had been the one to put an end to her dreams, and her life. Star was a girl fighting for her family, and now she was just another loser of the Death Dojo. Star had hopes and a life, and Melissa had broken her neck, ending everything for her.

She got over it.

Her grades were falling fast, any acquaintances she had had moved on. Melissa hadn't even attended classes in over a week. Every waking moment was spend in a ring or on her phone researching different fighting styles and ways to take out an opponent permanently. She had become completely obsessed with fighting, despite the fact that just a few weeks ago she had only a passing interest. She wanted to take some sort of martial arts class when she was a teenager, but her parents didn't want her fighting. If only they knew now what their daughter was into now.

Melissa's body was finally starting to show a difference. Her legs and arms were more toned, everything felt tighter, and she had abs now! Melissa never thought she would be the type of woman to have abs! She felt proud of her new look, and wanted to show off her newly toned body, so she just wore a gray sports bra and black gym shorts. Her brown hair was tied back in a pony tail, to keep it out of her face.

When Melissa got a look at the ring, she was surprised. There was a lot more going on than before. The ring itself was covered with a cage so no one could escape once the fight started, and each corner of the ring had some sort of death trap in it. One corner had a bed of spikes sticking up from the ground, one had a buzzsaw sticking out of the cage wall, another had a very heavy looking block of steel being suspended above it, which she assumed would come crashing down if anyone went underneath it, and the last corner had a rope dangling down with a noose on the end of it. Despite her training and studies, the Death Dojo always had new ways to surprise her.

The first name was called. "Painora, to the ring!"

A tall, dirty-blond haired, very muscular woman in a navy blue bikini top and black bikini bottoms entered the ring. Ah, Melissa had seen this very intimidating looking woman before. She had seen her put some inexperienced girl in a head-scissors hold and snap her neck. It was a very short and completely one sided fight, so Melissa knew this woman was nothing to mess with. She had no mercy or pity for her weaker opponent. She saw a quick way to victory, and she took it. Melissa hoped she didn't have to go up against her right off the bat.

"Melissa, to the ring!"

Well, okay then.

Melissa stood up, adjusted her sports bra, and walked towards the ring. On her way there, she saw something that shook her to the core. It was The Minotaur. Her first opponent, the one that had almost killed her several times over, the one that SHE had killed by jumping on his neck, was now sitting in the stands watching her enter the ring. How was this possible? He was dead. His body had been left in the ring for the whole night.

"Melissa, we're all waiting for you! We'd hate to disqualify you!"

She had stopped and stared in astonishment, but the announcer brought her back to her senses. She quickly entered the ring. She looked around to see if she could see The Minotaur again, but with all the people in the crowd, she couldn't find him.

The bell rang.

Painora slowly approached her opponent. She seemed totally distracted, like she was trying to find someone in the audience. Well, whatever, she wasn't going to wait for her. Painora was here to win. She lifted one of her incredibly strong legs and kicked Melissa in the back of the head. A loud CRACK sound was heard, and she fell down totally limp, hitting the ground with her eyes and mouth wide open.

"Dead already? How did you make it this far?! You were even easier than that stupid girl I fought last week!"

Painora, glad with the win, was still disappointed at the total lack of action in the fight. She stomped down on the back of Melissa's head, just because it was something to do. Not wanting the death traps to go to waste, she grabbed Melissa's legs and dragged her over to the heavy steel block suspended in the air. She threw Melissa under it and it came crashing down loudly on top of her body. It slowly rose back into the air, revealing a bloody mess underneath. Melissa's body was unrecognizable, it was just a stain on the ring and on the block now.

The most important part of fighting: actually pay attention to your opponent!

Melissa didn't even see her opponent approach her until the last second. She would have to put her questions out of her mind so she could focus on the battle she was now in. Painora kicked at her with her powerful legs, but Melissa was able to jump out of the way just in time. Her opponent kept kicking at her, and Melissa kept backing up. If she wasn't careful she would be backed into a corner, then she'd be stuck.

She heard a loud noise behind her.

Right, she wouldn't be stuck, she would be sawed in two. Painora must have been trying to push her into the buzzsaw, but she wouldn't fall for that.

Painora kicked at Melissa again, but Melissa pirouetted out of the way and attempted to kick Painora into the buzzsaw. Her kick connected, but Painora was too sturdy. Painora was quick to retaliate and backhanded Melissa across the jaw. Melissa took the hit, which caused her to bite down on her tongue. She spit a glob of blood out of her mouth, but instead of being afraid or angry, she smiled. Melissa had taken a hit from a very strong opponent, yet she remained standing. For the first time she felt like she actually belonged in the ring, and could go toe to toe with anybody.

Still, more hits like that could be bad...

This time, Melissa went on the offensive, and started backing Painora into one of the corners. She seemed to be humoring Melissa. It was possible that she was luring her into the corner so she could turn around and push Melissa onto the spikes. Fighting was at least as much of a mental game as a physical one, maybe even more so. She would have to be careful, and watch for any sudden movements.

The two were close to the bed of spikes now. There were several rows of one foot tall spikes sticking up from the ground. Melissa hoped she could somehow cause her opponent to slip up and fall onto them, but she would have to make sure that she herself would not be the one to be skewered.

Easier said than done. Painora was right next to the bed of spikes now. Just one more step back and she would lose her balance and be impaled. Melissa got a bit too excited at how close to victory she was and tried to push Painora back with both of her arms stretched out. Painora stepped to the side and Melissa was wide open. Painora lifted Melissa up into the air and slammed her down onto the spikes below. The spikes had impaled Melissa, going into her back and out her stomach and chest, and there was one that went through the back of Melissa's head and out of her mouth, and another coming out of her forehead. Blood splattered upwards and covered Painora. The crowed cheered at the first win of the night. Blood pooled out under Melissa's body. The loser of the next fight, this one a female Tae Kwon Do trainer in a blue bikini, was also impaled on the spikes on top of Melissa, face down. Seems the spikes were the most popular death trap for the evening!

Painora was standing right next to the spikes now. Melissa felt so close to victory. Then she realized, trying to land a blow on Painora now would be a foolhardy move. Painora wasn't dumb, she knew she was close to the spikes, she must be planning something. Melissa felt it would be wise to retreat at this point. She slowly backed up to the center of the ring. Painora looked disappointed for a second, but she quickly brushed it off. Melissa wouldn't make the match that easy. She would put up more of a fight than that!

The two circled each other slowly, each waiting to see who would strike first. Melissa had spent a lot of time this past week studying defensive techniques, since it wouldn't matter how strong she got if one hit would knock her out. The crowd started to boo as neither fighter went in for the attack. Melissa didn't care, she wanted to win the match, not win over the crowd. Painora on the other hand, apparently wanted to be liked by the crowd, as she darted towards Melissa as soon as the crowd started to turn on them.

So Painora cared about putting on a good show? Good to know.

Melissa was able to parry and block most attacks, but a few punches made it through. She would have to start going on the offensive if this match was going to turn in her favor. Again, she was being backed into a corner. This was the one with the noose. Melissa would have to make sure not to get knocked out around the noose, or else she may find herself hanging from it.

Melissa's back hit the wall as Painora continued her assault. Melissa's defenses started to falter as she took more and more hits. Melissa felt a hand close around her throat as her opponent started mercilessly beating her in the stomach and face. Her arms were at her sides and her defenses were nothing now. She had taken too many hits, and she could barely see anything anymore. Her head was spinning, and she barely felt the punches anymore. Painora let go and Melissa fell to her knees and she wobbled in place. Painora brought her fist back, put it in the air, threw hear head back, and roared, exciting the crowd.

Painora's fist connected with Melissa's face, and she blacked out. Melissa had been knocked unconscious right under where the noose hung. She awoke on the ground to find the noose was now around her neck. Well, that wasn't good.

She felt a tug, which caused her quickly to stand. Her hands instinctively went for the noose, but it was too tight for her to do anything with. She reached back to try and untie it, or do anything, but it was all useless. She felt another tug, and now Melissa was on her tiptoes. She lost her composure and started pleading with her opponent to stop.

"Please, not like this! Just finish me in the ring, I'll let you do it, I just don't want to hang!"

"It's not your choice how you lose, girl, it's my choice! And I say you hang!"

Painora yanked on the rope and pulled Melissa into the air about a foot off the ground. Melissa kept trying to grab at the noose with her hands, and her legs started kicking in the air, though there was nothing for her to reach. Painora tied her end of the rope to the cage wall, and approached Melissa and started using her as a training bag. She punched and kicked at her midsection, and Melissa's face was turning red. She tried to scream, but nothing but gagging and gurgling noises came out. Melissa was held up by her neck for several more minutes as her body was beaten by her ruthless opponent. Her arms were getting very heavy. She was barely able to relieve the pressure from her neck by holding on to the noose, but her strength was fading, and her face was purple at this point. She couldn't hold up her arms anymore, and her whole body went limp as her eyes rolled back. Painora could have stopped and taken the win, but she kept using Melissa as a training bag for five more minutes. Melissa's limp body swayed back and forth after each hit. Painora finally finished with a kick straight into Melissa's belly. The force of the kick caused her body to swing around for many more minutes, well into the next fight.

There it was. Painora's showboating. Melissa gathered up all of her remaining strength, brought both of her hands together, and smashed them into Painora's womanhood. Painora screamed and fell to her knees. One thing Melissa learned in her studies: in a life or death scenario, there is no such thing as a cheap shot. The crowd stopped cheering for a second as they tried to process the turn of events. They decided they liked the way the fight was now going, and started cheering for Melissa. She used the excitement and the adrenaline coursing through her body to get to her feet. She kicked Painora across the jaw, which caused her to bite her tongue. She spit a glob of blood out onto the floor, much like Melissa did earlier in the match.

"Now we're even, bitch!"

Melissa tried to kick her again, but it was blocked. Painora and Melissa traded blows back and forth. Melissa was practically high on adrenaline now, as she barely felt anything. The two were beating each other bloody, and eventually they made their way back to the buzzsaw. They both struck each other in the face at the same time, and they both fell to the floor. Painora jumped on top of Melissa and started choking her. Melissa returned the favor by choking Painora. They were close to the buzzsaw now. If Melissa could just push her back a few more inches, then perhaps...

Painora's grasp was too tight. Her strength was all spent. Her arms fell to the ground as she lost consciousness. Painora held her grasp for several seconds longer to make sure she was out for good. Painora rose to her feet and looked backwards. She shuddered, noticing how close she had gotten to the buzzsaw. Then she looked down at her opponent and had an idea.

She picked up Melissa by her throat and her crotch and held her horizontally. Painora shouted to the crowd, "Do you want to see some blood?" The crowd cheered. "Do you want to see a fatality?!" The crowd cheered even more, some standing up, others stomping the ground to make more noise. "Then let's see what's inside this stupid girl!"

Painora held Melissa out towards the buzzsaw and pushed her body up against it. The saw cut into her body like it was nothing. It bisected Melissa through her stomach. Her legs fell to the floor, and Painora held her up into the air by her throat. Melissa's arms dangled loosely at her sides as the top half of her body was held up by Painora. Blood and guts dropped out from under her open torso. Painora grabbed one of Melissa's ankles and held up her legs. Now both sides of Melissa were being held up and shown to the audience. She posed for people who wanted to take pictures, and the image of the strong warrior holding up two halves of her beaten opponent went on to become the official logo of the Death Dojo.

Feeling one last burst of energy, Melissa put everything she had into pushing back Painora. The sound the buzzsaw was making suddenly changed, and the hands around her throat suddenly let go. Painora let out a blood curdling scream. Melissa continued pushing backwards. Painora's body was twitching violently on top of Melissa. Finally, with her hands around Painora's throat, she pushed her head all the way back and Melissa saw the buzzsaw come through Painora's head. Her head was sawn completely in two. Blood shot out and hit Melissa in the face, which may have freaked her out a couple weeks ago, but now she laughed maniacally. She pushed Painora off of her, rose to her feet, put a fist in the air, and heard the crowd cheering for her. She looked down at her opponent, with her head split open. She should have felt bad. She should have felt sorry for the woman. But she felt only elation at having won the fight. She had won her third round, which meant there was only one left. Melissa had made it to the final round. She knew her next fight would be the toughest yet, but she didn't worry about that now. Now, she was a winner, and winners don't worry.

Winners rest.

She left the ring, left the venue, sat in her car, and fell asleep.

She dreamt of The Minotaur. Back from the dead. Out to get her.

Out for revenge.

THE END

BW30 · Jan 25, 2020

5 - Melissa VS Bonebreaker

It was the final match of the Death Dojo Tournament. Melissa couldn't believe she had made it all the way here. So many tough fighters, and yet she always managed to find their weakness and exploit it. She could have been killed several times over by each of her previous opponents, and yet, here she was, standing in the middle of the Death Dojo ring awaiting her final opponent.

The ring this time was barebones. It was simply a white chalk square on a concrete floor. No ropes, no deathtraps, no cage, no nothing. Seems they wanted the final fight to be between just the two combatants with nothing at all to get in the way. That was fine with her. She was ready for anything.

Melissa had trained even harder this week than previous weeks. The Death Dojo was her obsession. She also had the strange encounter with The Minotaur last week, at least she thought she saw The Minotaur. After several days passed, she convinced herself that what she saw was somebody else who just looked like him. The Minotaur was dead, she had seen to that herself, back when she was just a new fighter. She got lucky then, but there was no more room for luck. Her opponent would be the toughest she had ever faced, they had to be to make it this far. She had a pretty good feeling that she knew who her opponent was going to be, because she had yet to go up against him, and she had yet to see him lose.

It had to be Bonebreaker. The man who absolutely destroyed that poor girl Eva. It was the fight that almost made Melissa quit fighting for good. Eva had reminded her so much of herself, so to see her beaten and broken like that was hard to watch. That easily could have been herself.

It still could be.

No. It could not. She had worked too hard to get here to let it all go away. She would win this tournament, then she would live off of the prize money. Maybe she could enter some fights here and there to keep her skills up, but these death matches were too dangerous. She knew if she kept going it would all end badly for her. She would have to take down her opponent and then call it quits. She hoped that time away from the Death Dojo after she had won would help lessen her interest in fighting. Being in this venue had an intoxicating effect that made fighting the most appealing thing in the world. She knew after this she would be able to get back to her studies and live a relatively normal life. After spending a bit of her prize money, of course!

Melissa stood in the ring in a black bikini. Her body was in the best shape of her life, she was going to show it off! She had made amazing progress in the four weeks since she started fighting. She hoped it would be enough for this final fight.

It had to be.

Finally, her opponent entered the ring. As she thought, it was Bonebreaker. The large dark-skinned bald man cracked his knuckles. He wore only black sweat shorts. His physique was incredible. There couldn't have been an ounce of fat on his entire body. Melissa had been working out and training hard in the past four weeks, and she was now in the best shape of her life, but she was still far from being that much in shape. She didn't think it would ever be possible to gain that much mass. At least not without some sort of drug. Melissa had done it all the natural way, which she knew was better anyway. She wondered if Bonebreaker had taken anything to get where he was.

"Is that your secret, big guy? You a junkie? Are those muscles even real?"

Bonebreaker hardly reacted.

"Right, you're a quiet one. I can respect that. But I don't respect cheaters! I bet you used to be a skinny little man!"

Still no reaction.

"Alright," Melissa said to herself, "getting into his head may not be an option. He may not have a brain to get into! Hmm, everybody has a weakness, what's his?"

Bonebreaker, tired of waiting for his opponent to attack, decided to be the one to start the fight. He slowly walked up to Melissa, and stared her down. The two were mere inches away from each other. The difference in size between the two was comical. Melissa just put her hands on her hips. She would not back down. Bonebreaker was an intimidating man, but she wasn't going to show him any of the fear she was feeling.

Her forehead started to sweat, and Bonebreaker smiled. Then he headbutted her. Hard.

Melissa went down in surprise. She was waiting for him to make a move. She figured she would be able to see an attack coming because of how big he was. And now she was sitting on her ass because she didn't think about the head being used in an attack.

"Ow! Is there a brain in that head at all? Feels like solid rock!"

Still hoping to get a reaction out of her opponent, Melissa taunted Bonebreaker to no avail. She got back up to her feet, but nearly lost her balance as she stood up.

"Great, seeing stars already. I've got to find a weakness fast. I'd like to keep all my bones in tact." Melissa remembered back to the fight she saw with Bonebreaker and Eva. He had broken essentially every bone in her body, then snapped her neck over and over again until there was nothing left to snap. That wasn't going to be her! She had worked too hard!

Melissa used a kick against Bonebreaker that she had been practicing all week. It was meant to take out an opponent's knee to incapacitate them. She figured she could give Bonebreaker a taste of his own medicine and break one of his bones! Her kick landed, but nothing happened. Bonebreaker remained as sturdy as ever. Melissa kicked him again. And again and again. The man wasn't even blocking her attacks! He was taking them like they were nothing to him! He was just toying with her!

Melissa was starting to lose her confidence. She had to psych herself back up. "You've made it this far! You deserve to be here! You've beaten three people already, you only need to beat one more, then you can rest! You can do it, you have to!"

"GRAAAAAH!!!!"

Melissa performed a move she had practiced a lot but never thought she would ever be able to use. A roundhouse kick! She spun around and used her momentum to build up strength in her attack. She had practiced it over and over and finally felt like she had mastered it. But instead of her kick landing on her opponent's face, it landed in Bonebreaker's hand. He caught her leg! He held on to her leg, and she started hopping up and down to try and keep her balance.

"Let go and fight me, you neanderthal!"

Bonebreaker raised her leg a little bit higher, and Melissa struggled to keep her composure. He started walking towards Melissa while holding her leg. She hopped and hopped until finally Bonebreaker had lifted her leg up too high for her to remain standing. Her body flipped over and now she was being held in the air upside down by her calf. Bonebreaker slammed a fist into her belly several times and she bounced around in the air.

"Ooof! Oooof! OOOOFF!"

Bonebreaker tossed Melissa up into the air and then punched her one more time and she went tumbling away from him. Wasting no more time, he quickly approached her before she could stand back up and this time picked her up by her face. Bonebreaker held her up and punched her over and over again in the stomach.

"OOOOF! OOOOOOOFFF!!! STOP IT!"

Melissa was afraid now. Really, really afraid. She couldn't come up with any ideas on how to take down this seemingly invincible man. It was like fighting a wall, both in regards to his physicality and mental state. He might as well have been an android. And how do you take down an unstoppable machine?

"OOOOOOooooooo...ughhhhh...."

Melissa lost her train of thought as she was being beaten in the stomach. Her arms fell limply to her sides, but the punishment continued. Bonebreaker continued punching Melissa's stomach as she put up no resistance. Finally growing bored with that, he placed a hand on her crotch and rotated her so that she was horizontal. He slammed her left side down into a sideways backbreaker, picked her back up, rotated her, slammed her into a regular backbreaker, picked her up again, and slammed her right side into his knee. This time he let go and she bounced off his knee onto the ground. He then stomped on her back, and her body flopped in place.

Melissa awoke in total agony. She felt like her spine had been turned into mush, and she couldn't feel her legs at all. She tried crawling away, even though she knew there was nowhere she could go. She army crawled with her arms, dragging her legs limply behind her. The then felt her body being dragged back into the center of the ring. She was terrified now. She never should have come back after her first fight. What was she thinking? She wasn't a fighter! She was just a college student! Did she seriously think she could win a fighting tournament? Some of these people had been fighting for years, she was only fighting for four weeks! Some of them were fighting for their families, or for a better life than what they had, she just wanted the money! She didn't even really have a plan for the money! She didn't even really know why she was here at all! What was wrong with this place?!

Everything was upside down now. Bonebreaker had lifted Melissa up by one of her legs, again. Then the world started spinning. Bonbreaker spun Melissa around and around and around again, until finally raising her over his head and slamming her hard into the concrete floor. She smacked into the ground back first. She was totally immobile now. All she could do now was wait for the end, or possibly a miracle. She saw Bonebreaker come into view, looking down at her and smiling. She had a terrible feeling that a miracle would not be coming for her. All that awaited her now was death.

She should have stopped after her first fight.

Bonebreaker kicked Melissa hard in the head. Her eyes were totally unfocused, and she was quietly moaning something about "staying home" and "not a fighter." Bonebreaker kicked her several more times. Her arms flopped after each kick. Blood sprayed out of her nose and mouth, and several teeth flew out after the third kick to her face.

"I'm going to die. I'm going to die in a bikini in front of a bunch of strangers because I just had to prove myself. This isn't me at all. I don't even know how I got here. I wish I never heard about this place. I never should have come."

With a fifth and final kick, Melissa lost consciousness. Bonebreaker rolled her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees. He held her there until she woke back up.

When Melissa awakened, she knew it was the end. Bonebreaker had both hands on her head. One swift twist and it would be all over. She had one last idea, though she knew it wouldn't work.

"Hey," she said, and smiled. "Hey, I COUGH, ungh." Melissa spit up a glob of blood out of her mouth, and it dribbled down her chin into the ground. "I don't suppose...gck.. ack...ugh. I don't suppose you could...gyuh... you could... let me live?"

Bonebreaker looked down at his opponent, and for the first time, Melissa heard his voice. He was laughing. She started laughing too. The two shared a lighthearted moment, then he violently twisted her head and killed her. Bonebreaker snapped Melissa's neck over and over again, laughing the entire time. Then he started rotating her head around and eventually spun it around 360 degrees, all while holding her up to her knees. He kept spinning her head around until eventually the skin in her neck ripped open and her head came off. Her headless body fell backwards so that her knees were still bent. Bonebreaker lifted Melissa's head up to the crowd, and they all cheered, practically insane with excitement. After awhile he dropped her head and it rolled next to her body, resting by her leg. Melissa had made it all the way to the final match, only to be totally annihilated by Bonebreaker, who had now won the Death Dojo Tournament for the ninth time.

THE END

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In the crowd sat the man that Melissa thought she saw last week: The Minotaur. Next to him was the man who introduced Melissa to the Death Dojo in the first place: the man with the skull-like appearance.

"What do you think, Minotaur, she put on a good show for us, did she not?"

"Yes, good performance."

"It would be a shame for it all to end here, would it not?"

"Yes, it would not."

"Hmm, then I guess it's time we got to work!"

"Yes, get to work."

THE END...?

Wrecksler · Jan 26, 2020

Oh wow, I gotta say this was... a great journey even! :D I'd argue this is one of the best if not the best story I've read so far, including thousands RPs on f-list.

It just hit all the right spots, the setup is very similar to Billion Fight comix (can be found on e-hentai.org), the college student turning into fighter, it was quite belivable enough, all the motivation and training. The harsh reality and brutality of bad ends, the multiple early bad ends concept that I first read in your Sonya Blade's stories until I found this. This is even better, tbh. A cute girl out of her place.

Then the foreshadowing of the finale with the Bonebreaker by making her watch him fighting another girl first, that was just perfect too.

Makes me wanna write something like that too. Some day maybe. If you're not against using your Death Dojo setting, I could use some similar too though.

The little humour in the end was perfect, and the way her body fell on it's back with legs sitll bent is one of my favorite poses. Along with decapitation being one of my fav kinks.

The only thing missing, for me, was complete lack of sexual interaction, I imagine that at least some of those fighters would enjoy the spoils of their victory and take advantage of their opponents bodies, unconscious or dead. Not every bad end should have this, maybe not even every fight, but sprinkled here and there it would be a blast.

I'm surprised there are no other comments here. Great job. Great story.

BW30 · Jan 26, 2020

Thanks for your kind words! I wrote the different pieces over the course of several weeks. The first part was actually the first piece I wrote like this.

The Death Dojo is kind of the general setting for most of my stories. I've written a few one offs that I'll probably eventually post here, and I plan on writing plenty more. I also plan on continuing the "main" story of the Death Dojo, but following a new character, though that doesn't necessarily mean we won't see Melissa again! Dead fighters have been known to show up again from time to time...

I tend to keep sexual content out of most of my stories, though I'm not opposed to it. I just like focusing on the brutality of the fights themselves. It's just more fun for me to write that way. And feel free to use the setting or characters in your own stories, just make sure to give credit where credit is due!

BluntLight · Jan 27, 2020

That was really amazing, keep up the good work, I hope we can see more of the Death Dojo soon

The only sugestion I could really make here is trying to post image references for the main characters, but that's more of a personal taste really, when it comes to the writing and style itself I don't think there's a single thing I'd like to see changed, amazing job!

Wrecksler · Jan 27, 2020

BW30 Ah, I brainfarted, Sonya vs Kano was before this one :D I looked at your Joined date instead of post date, and thought you posted this in august :D And I was surprised that you used spoilers thought I remember suggesting you using them in the first place. Makes sense now :D

Anyway, if I do anything related to Death Dojo I will likely post it in the same thread, makes sense to keep it all in one place? Thought if there are a lot of comments (and I'm not helping it right now haha) it may get harder to find new stories mixed in with comments.

I, myself, actually also have a few worlds developed over time. Might use those as well, haha. Each has respective room on f-list.net by the way, and even chat bots with unique fighting rules each. I currently maintain the UFL one, with Rendezvous Fight handed over to another guy who maintains it now. They even have their own art, some custom arenas I made in 3D and rendered and logos I made as well. Here are their rough descriptions:

For detailed description you can view this page: https://www.f-list.net/c/Rendezvous%20Fight
And here is a link to the old profile that I maintained, it has more lore information

It was my first world for such ryona stories, unfortunately I started writing in another language, so all stories require translating which I'm too lazy to do :D But then it turned out pretty well into this fight concept for RPs in a public room with a chatbot that controls the flow of the fight.

The initial TLDR idea is that there's a TV\Streaming show, people download an app on their phones, sort of like Tinder but for fighters, haha. And this app then takes care of matchmaking, and also selecting locations for fights, as there's no central arena, but just random locations in the city with hidden cameras around them. More available on the old profile link under "RENDEZVOUS FIGHT WORLD. All you need to know about it. " collapse\spoiler box.

It has it's own website now, with all the info posted there, as well as fighter roster, battle logs, and whatnot: UFL MAIN PAGE

And here's lore information: Documentation: Ufl Universe And Background

UFL universe and background
UFL stands for Underground Fighting League.
Bot's setting is generic and does not restrict you to any type of roleplay, you can use the system freely in any setting you like, as long you discuss it with your opponent.
However, here is a baseline, or 'default' backstory for RPs with this bot.
Everything takes place in a modern fantasy world. A world which looks a lot like nowadays or near future, but it has place for all sorts of creatures in it. Anthros and monsters are a part of this world. Anthros can often be seen on the streets, but there are racial conflicts between them and humans. Monsters can come out of scientific experiments. Demons live in the underworld and rarely appear among humans. A lot of humans and anthros don't even know Demons exist.
UFL is illegal but very well organized Fighting League. They manage to put up shows as epic and grand as your WWE fights, with large arenas, crowds of people, TV Screens and Spotlights, and their Announcer - red haired woman in purple dress (UFL Bot tries to act like this announcer). Most people just call her "Red" or simply "Announcer". No one knows her real name.
They mostly set their fights up in underground locations, like underground hangars, large basements of bars, abandoned subway stations. And they manage to gather a lot of people.
Why they are illegal? Because these are basically gladiator fights. No real rules, no limits. Only one thing matters - entertainment of the paying crowd.
Why fighters keep coming here? Because of the HUGE prizes. Even one victory here can give you enough money for a few years at least. Because of the THRILL, as you can never know if you'll leave this fight healthy or even alive. Will they accept your submission? Will your opponent just knock you out and be done with it? Or will the crowd demand a FATALITY? And because of the GLORY. Nothing can beat the feeling of dominating your opponent in any way you like, showing your power, dominance, and bathing in crowd's cheers... or booing!

While locations vary, each club here is part of a network of underground fight clubs in the modern fantasy\near future world.

Fights in general can have the feel and atmosphere of either of these: WWE, MMA, Mortal Kombat or Gladiators.

They are all governed by people above the law, but still authorities often try to ruin this network from within, sending spies and the like. So far everyone who tried to bring it down was killed, either by assassins or in one of the fighting events. Sometimes agents pose as fighters and just dont handle it and die. Sometimes they are busted and forced to fight in an uneven match, which is a form of execution with no chance of winning.

Rules may differ from fight to fight, from night to night, but one thing remains - no limits. Rules are usually there to either spice things up... or make a fight look less 'dangerous' for some fighters. For example - pin to win. Or strip to win. But it's often easier to achieve it when your opponent is crippled or dead.

Who fights here? All sorts of people and creatures and anthros. Some make a career out of it, some just go for a quick buck, some are lured into the fight by some false pretense and misinformation.

Speaking of Laura - The basic idea is that Laura is a young girl, a student or works at some boring job, and it just does not pay the bills. One of her hobbies was amateur wrestling, so when she heard about this underground fight club that offers large sums of money and up to a million dollars for the winner of the tournament she signed up and started preparing for it...

How do they keep it secret? They keep tabs on anyone who ever visits this place. And if they find out that someone leaked information about the club to authorities... Let's just say they don't live to see another day after that.

Some possible fight club locations and fight stages that fights can occur in. These are here to help quickly set the background for RP.

(WIP)

A fight club hidden under a bar in one of US towns

A fight club deep in the forest of Russian rural area

A fight club that stages fights on the beach, any country

A fight club that takes place in Phuket, Thai, on one of the 'fun streets' under one of the bars

So... pretty much very similar to what you describe. I guess I could just go with UFL and my OC to not hijack your thread :D

BW30 · Apr 11, 2020

6 - Melissa Awakens

I hope you guys like exposition dumps! As a counter balance for the lack of action in this one, I've included a picture of Melissa at the end! I'm very excited to finally have a visual representation of her! Thanks to B0nyKnight over on DeviantArt for the artwork! www.deviantart.com/b0nyknight

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Melissa awoke screaming.

"Oh hello, sleepyhead! Looks like you're awake!"

"AHHHHHWHAAAAWHWEREAMIWHATTHEFUUUUUCK?!"

"If you would stop screaming, I may be able to answer the question I think you just asked."

Melissa looked up into the eyes of a pleasant looking woman, which was a sharp contrast to the room she was in and how she was currently feeling. She remembered being in a fight against a very large man. She remembered being on her knees, and the man had his hands on either side of her head.

She remembered getting her neck snapped.

He twisted, then twisted again, and the next thing she knew she was right here, in this room, on this table, wondering if this was either heaven or hell. She still remembered the feeling of the bones in her spine and skull rubbing against each other, and the noise it made inside of her head. She shivered. How did she survive that? How was she here? Apparently this lady standing over her had some answers.

"OK then," Melissa said. "Where am I and how am I not dead?"

The lady smiled warmly. "You were dead, sweetie. Now you're not."

Melissa waited for her to continue, but she just kept smiling at her. "There is more to the story, right? I remember my death. The guy snapped my neck!"

"Oh, he did more than that!"

"What?"

The owner of the Death Dojo, the man with the skull-like appearance, approached the table Melissa was lying on. She went to sit up, but found that her wrists and ankles were strapped down to the table. Looking down at herself, she realized she still had on her black bikini. Well, at least they respected her enough to leave what little she was wearing still on her body.

"Hey," she said, tugging at the straps, "is this really necessary?"

The Death Dojo owner looked at the nurse. "Thank you, Cynthia, I can take it from here."

"Sure! Call me if you need me! I'll be over there working on our newest patient. This one's going to take awhile!"

The nurse, Cynthia apparently, glided away out of Melissa's view. She looked into the Death Dojo owner's eyes, and realized that no matter how hard she tried, she could not tell what color they were. She shivered again.

"Cold, are you?" said the Death Dojo owner. "I assure you, you are much warmer now than you were before!"

"Can you just remove these straps, please?"

"All in due time. First, let me explain what happened to you, as I'm sure you are more than curious. See, we here at the Death Dojo have the most amazing medical staff and equipment. You don't need to worry yourself about the "hows" of everything, but rest assured, we can fix any injury you may receive during your fights."

"So I did actually get my neck broken?"

"My dear, you were decapitated."

Melissa's eyes grew wide in astonishment. "I was WHAT?!"

"Bonebreaker twisted your head and broke your neck. Then he twisted it again. He kept going until the flesh in your neck tore, and he pulled your head right off of your body. It was really quite gruesome! I've never seen Bonebreaker enjoy himself so much. That's when I knew you were special."

"How in the ever-living FUCK do you fix a decapitation?!"

"We have our ways. Don't worry about it. What's important is that you are now alive!"

Melissa tried to take it all in, but it was a bit much. The thought of having her head removed and then sewed back on made her sick. She closed her eyes and tried not to throw up.

"If you're worried about a scar, don't be. Your body is exactly as it was before your fight with Bonebreaker."

"This is all insane. This can't be happening. There's no way I died. You can't bring back people from the dead. It's not possible."

"Oh, it is! And I can prove it." The Death Dojo owner looked to the side and nodded. Then a big hulk of a man walked into her view. It was The Minotaur, her very first opponent. The one she killed.

"No. I must not have actually killed you. You never died, I never died, this is just a sick prank!"

The Death Dojo owner looked at the Minotaur and smiled. "Go on, show her."

Melissa saw The Minotaur reach for her head. She struggled to get free, but the wrist and ankle straps kept her in place. Then she felt it again. The bones rubbing against each other. The gross noise it made. The Minotaur twisted Melissa's head around 180 degrees so that her face was now against the table, even though she was on her back. Her neck was completely broken. Again.

"Haha," laughed The Minotaur. "That's my favorite part!"

"I know it is. Oh, Cynthia! Could you come over here please?"

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Melissa awoke screaming again.

"AHHHHGODDAMNITSTOPKILLINGMEEEEE!!!"

"Hello, sleepyhead! I'm glad to see your..."

"Stop it! No! Shut up! Get me out of here, I want to go home!"

The owner of the Death Dojo came into view again.

"Melissa dear, if you calm down, I'll remove the straps, will that help? Then will you listen to me?"

Melissa stopped screaming. It took everything in her to calm herself down, but she did it. She closed her eyes and just thought of going back to college and living a normal life again. No more training. No more fighting. No more Death Dojo.

No more dying.

"Ah, that's better!" The Death Dojo owner kept his word and removed the straps. Melissa sat up and swung her legs around the table so that they dangled off the edge. For the first time she was able to look around the room.

There were bodies everywhere.

"Others like you," The Death Dojo owner told her. "I'd like you to know that we don't bring everyone back. Only those with real potential. You became a crowd favorite, a bit of an underdog, and Bonebreaker certainly enjoyed his fight against you."

"So these really are fights to the death, then. And you just let some of them die for good?"

"There wouldn't be much point in fights to the death if death wasn't at least sometimes permanent."

"So... am I a zombie or something?"

The Death Dojo owner smiled and chuckled. "No, no. You are you! Exactly as you were!"

"So, I get to go home now?"

The Death Dojo owner's smile faded. "Ah, see, there is a stipulation for being brought back to life. Melissa, your life as it was, is in fact, over. Those that we bring back... we keep."

Melissa's heart sank. She could never get out of here? The rest of her life would be spent in this crazy place? She would be dying for the rest of her life?! How does that even work?!

"I can see you are less than happy about that. But I would like to remind you that you came back more than once, even after you knew about these fights being to the death. You have killed three people in here. Some of them were for good."

"What if I don't want to fight anymore? What if I refuse to go out there?"

"Well, we'd rather not do it this way, but we can always throw you in the ring anyway and then not bring you back when you lose. But before you do anything stupid, you should know that there is a way out."

Now that got her attention.

"If you can win ten total Death Dojo tournaments, then you are free to leave."

"Ten?! How often do you have tournaments?"

"Quite often. We can be anywhere at anytime, really. Again, you don't have to worry about how, just know that we can. Another thing about being apart of the Death Dojo... you will remain the age that you currently are. So you can take as long as you like to win your tournaments. We have the time!"

Melissa imagined herself fighting and dying for the next two hundred years. She shivered again. "How many people have got out that way?"

The Death Dojo owner thought to himself, then counted on his thin boney fingers. "Hmm, three."

"Three out of how many?"

"Hmm...I imagine thousands at this point."

"Thousands?! Jesus! What chance do I have, then?"

"Well, there is another way, but it's awfully risky, and I have to approve of it."

Melissa waited for him to continue. He seemed hesitant. Then finally he spoke.

"You can fight me."

Melissa raised her eyebrows. "Fight you? No offense, man, but you don't look like much of a fighter."

This caused the Death Dojo owner to smile. His smile made his face look even more like a skull, which unnerved her. "Tell that to the fifty three fighters who went up against me and failed. No one has even beaten me. No one has even challenged me in... oh... I can't even remember."

Melissa was getting a headache. "How old are you?"

"Old enough. Listen, if you challenge me now, I will deny you, but if you fight well out there, I may let you challenge me, but it would be a waste to lose you now. I see so much potential in you. You're going to be a very popular fighter here at the Death Dojo."

"Listen, man... guy... uh... what do I even call you?"

"Me? Oh, well... you can call me... Dave."

"Dave? That's your name?"

"That's what you can call me."

Melissa shook her head as she tried to put all of the pieces together in her mind. She couldn't believe the words she was hearing, and yet she knew it all had to be true. She was stuck here now. She would fight for her life for years to come, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Melissa looked up into Dave's creepy eyes. "Well, do you have a place I can train?"

Dave laughed heartily. "Do we ever!"

"Great."

Melissa thought about her outfit. If she would be around here for awhile, she would need an outfit. She thought about it, and decided she liked the black bikini she wore. It allowed her to move freely with no restrictions, and it made her look good too. Then she looked down at her bare feet and frowned. She would need something with more traction than just bare feet.

"Is there someplace here I can get some shoes?"

"Of course, dear. We can get you whatever you want here!"

"Good. Get me some sneakers."

Dave turned to go, but Melissa stopped him before he left the room.

"Hey! Make sure they're pink!"

Dave nodded, and left. Melissa probably should have felt terror in this moment, being trapped and forced to fight for possibly all of eternity, but she felt something else entirely.

She had found a purpose in her life.

Dave returned with her sneakers. She put them on her feet, and they fit perfectly. Then she looked up into Dave's dark eyes.

"I'm going to win those ten tournaments, or die trying!"

Dave smiled his devilish grin. "Oh, I guarantee that."

Wrecksler · Apr 11, 2020

While not much going on on ryona or kinky side, it was a very fun read, Melissa's reactions are what really sold this one to me :D

BW30 · Dec 4, 2022

Melissa VS Monsters

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Melissa had lost track of how much time she'd been fighting in the Death Dojo. Fight after fight, death after death, being killed over and over, just to find herself back against another opponent, in perfect health... never aging, never changing... always the same. She felt each death fully, and there was no end in sight.

Of course, not every fight was a loss. She'd win occasionally, but being just a normal nineteen year old college girl didn't give her much of an advantage against many of the strange and unusual opponents she often found herself up against.

Her current opponent looked just like a normal man. About Mellisa's age and size. He wore blue jeans, and that was it. No shoes, no shirt, no problem. Mellisa herself wore her trademark black bikini with pink sneakers. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was kept loose.

"It's time for our next fight! The lovely Melissa... versus... Warren!"

Melissa put up her fists, looking forward to finally enjoying a win after a long string of losses. Warren looked like he didn't want to be here. She felt a little bad for him, but she was not wanting to experience another brutal death for herself. This time, it would be her win.

This particular match was taking place inside of a large tent, with a standard boxing ring in the middle. It was a relatively cool night, though Melissa wouldn't feel cold for long once she started moving. Just then, a large covering on top of the tent was removed, allowing the moonlight to shine down onto the ring.

Warren looked like he was going to be sick. Melissa kept her guard up, not wanting to fall for any sort of trick, but when Warren sank down to his knees, covered in sweat, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain, Melissa no longer felt like he was bluffing.

"Hey... are you, uh... alright?" she said, keeping her fists up just in case.

Warren let out a blood curdling scream towards the sky as he arched his back. He fell back to the mat and started convulsing. Melissa finally let her guard down. "Hey man, what the hell is happening to you?"

Warren was snarling, growling, and making other kind of inhuman noises. Melissa gasped as she saw that, in addition to his noises sounding inhuman, now his appearance looked inhuman. He got back up to his feet, and he was a full foot taller than he was before.

He was also covered in fur, and his face now looked like some sort of mix between a man and a wolf.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Melissa said, feeling dejected. "I'm fighting a fucking werewolf."

Warren snarled and lunged forward. Melissa dodged out of the way quickly, but Warren was fast. He swiped towards her, and three bloody claw marks were left behind on Melissa's bare stomach. She let out a cry of pain, and now she was the one on her knees, clutching her stomach. Blood was pouring down her body, down her legs, and pooling by her knees. She was losing blood fast, the wounds were very deep.

The wolf-man hybrid pounced on Melissa, knocking her backwards. He started clawing and tearing at Melissa's stomach. Blood and flesh was flying everywhere, and eventually he started ripping her organs out of her body. Melissa's legs kicked against the floor as her intestines and liver were torn out by her lycanthropic opponent.

"AHHGH... URGHH... unngh... GUHH... NO.... AHHHGHH!"

She was fading fast... the last thing Melissa experienced (until she would wake up again) was her upper half being completely torn and severed from her bottom half. Warren held Melissa up by the back of her head. Her eyes were unfocused, and her mouth was hanging open. Her arms hung limply at her sides as blood and guts dropped from the bottom half of her torso. Her legs lay on the ground as blood squirted and splattered all over the mat. Warren let out a howl, then dropped his half-opponent on the ground. Melissa's two halves were laying still on the floor until someone came by to scoop her remains up.

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Melissa stood in the cage, waiting for her opponent, and got very confused when the announcer started his introductions while she was still alone.

"It's time for our lovely Melissa to go up against one of our... special fighters. It's Melissa versus Ghost! FIGHT!"

"Ghost? Is he invisible or some bullshit like that?" Melissa was getting annoyed that she kept being put up against opponents with unfair advantages. The Death Dojo liked to run sick experiments on people to give them some sort of powers, but Melissa never got anything. She remained a normal college girl... well, normal except for the constant resurrections.

Melissa's intuition was right when a disembodied head appeared only a few feet from her face, as if it were hovering in the air.

"Hello there... I'm Ghost, nice to meet you!" he said with a smile, and a hand suddenly appeared in front of her. It seemed like this 'Ghost' person was able to make parts of his body disappear and reappear at will. That was going to make things difficult. Melissa warily reached out her hand to shake his, and both his hand and head disappeared, leaving her alone again.

Or at least, it only looked like she was alone.

That same hand appeared behind Melissa and punched her hard in her right kidney.

"AHHGH!" Melissa arched her back and spun around quickly, but no one was there. The hand then appeared again and slapped Melissa across her face.

SMACK!

"Ow... fucking coward... show yourself! Fight me for real!"

Ghost made his full body appear in front of Melissa. He just looked like an average person... wearing jeans and a white tank top... nothing special about him at all. But his powers made him a very dangerous individual. Melissa swung a fist in anger at his head, which disappeared and reappeared to avoid her attack. He then raised his knee up into Melissa's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. The powerless college girl sank to her knees, coughing and gasping. It seemed that in addition to his strange powers, he also had an unusual amount of strength for someone so average looking.

Ghost's body disappeared, all except for his two hands. One hand clamped down on the back of Melissa's neck, while the other clamped down on the front. Melissa started choking as she was lifted up to her feet, then after a few seconds, her feet left the ground. She was kicking furiously, but there was nothing for her to kick. Ghost's body was completely gone... there were only his two hands, and they were squeezing Melissa's neck tightly. After a few moments, Melissa's kicking slowed, until it stopped and her hands fell to her sides and slapped against her legs. Melissa's face was almost purple, and a string of drool hung from her mouth. She hung there in the air for a few seconds before she was slowly lowered back to her feet. The hand on the front of her neck moved to grab her wrist, while the other hand disappeared, leaving Melissa hanging limply only by her wrist. Her head hung down with her hair in her face... she was totally out of it.

Melissa awoke with a terrible scream when Ghost's hand suddenly appeared inside of her chest. Ghost's full body slowly faded into view, and everyone in the crowd could see his arm went into Melissa's chest. What they couldn't see was that his hand was firmly holding her heart. Melissa's wide eyes stared at Ghost's face in shock. He let go of her wrist, so now she was only being held up by his hand grabbing her heart inside of her chest.

"Uhkkk... guh.... you..." Melissa coughed up blood, unable to finish whatever her final thoughts were. Ghost put a hand gently over her face, then shoved her roughly backwards. Melissa's head and body went backwards while Ghost's hand stayed in place. Melissa fell on her back with a loud THUD, while Ghost stood there holding her bloody heart in his hand. He rose it in the air in a victory pose, then squeezed his hand shut, making her heart explode. Melissa watched this happen from the ground. She tried to speak, but nothing came out except an exhale of air... then everything went dark.

The crowd all cheered for Ghost while Melissa lay on the ground, with a big empty hole in her chest. Her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, but it was clear she wasn't seeing anything. She was gone, and Ghost was the winner. His body disappeared, all except for his hand that was covered in Melissa's blood and pieces of her heart. He waved that hand in the air, saying goodbye to the crowd, then it too disappeared, leaving Melissa's corpse alone in the cage, with pieces of her heart scattered all over the ground.

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Melissa got excited as she was close to victory. A small, skinny man had been her opponent. It must have been some sort of reward for her, since her opponents tended to be much more dangerous than he had been. Her legs were wrapped firmly around his neck. He clawed and slapped her thighs, but Melissa had grown so used to death that she no longer felt bad about it. She jerked her legs quickly, and the man's scrawny neck snapped like a twig. Melissa got up to her feet and rose both fists in the air and let out a battle cry. The crowd started cheering for her, then after a few moments, the cheers got even more intense. Melissa grew high off of the adrenaline and overwhelming response from the crowd, though it quickly faded as she realized those cheers weren't for her.

Melissa let out a startled gasp as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around quickly. "Holy shit!" she cried out as she saw the man she just killed standing in front of her with his head hanging sideways, neck obviously still broken, yet somehow alive... though his eyes looked empty. He let out a deep moan, then reached for Melissa's neck.

"Guh... no... what the... GCKKK!"

Melissa fell back as her opponent fell on top of her and started strangling her. She was fading fast, but in a last ditch effort, she managed to shove her smaller opponent off of her. She rolled over onto her stomach, coughing and trying to catch her breath. She pushed herself up with her arms and got on her hands and knees, but then she felt her opponent sit on her back.

"Ungh... get... off..."

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck, and she fell flat on the ground with her opponent still on her back. He had bitten her neck, and it was deep. Melissa let out a horrible scream as he tore a chunk of flesh from the side of her neck.

"AHHHGHGHG!"

Blood squirted out like a fountain... Melissa gave up no resistance as her opponent started punching the back of her head.

"GUH! DUHH! UGH!"

Punch after punch, Melissa's skull was cracking and caving in from her opponent's unnatural strength... strength that simply wasn't there a few moments ago. Killing him must have set off some sort of reaction. Melissa thought she had finally gotten an easy opponent, and it turned out it was just another one of the Death Dojo's sick experiments.

"Fuuuck..." Melissa blurted out, being annoyed, angry, and sad all at the same time. She had finally felt victory for the first time in a long time, and none of it was real. She was doomed from the start. Set up. Fooled. Lied to.

Royally fucked over.

Melissa's body went completely limp after one last punch finally broke open her skull. Her eyes slowly rolled up into her head as she let out one last dejected sound that faded away along with her life.

Melissa's zombified opponent stuck a few fingers into the hole he had just made in her skull, and started trying to rip it open more. Eventually, her skull cracked further, giving him enough room to grab onto bits of her brain. Though his head was still hanging sideways from his broken neck, he still was able to shove bits of Melissa's brain into his mouth. He didn't stop until her entire brain was consumed. He shambled out of the ring, leaving Melissa's empty headed corpse for someone else to clean up.

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Melissa threw punches into the air as she warmed herself up, hoping she would finally get herself a fair fight. It was a warm, sunny day with a light breeze. The ring she stood in was outside, and she was glad to breathe in fresh air, since most of her fights took place indoors in dark, dirty rooms.

"Melissa," the announcer called over the speaker phone. "Are you ready for your next opponent?"

She threw another punch in the air straight out in front of her, and held it there for a few seconds. "I'm ready," she said, as she put up her fists in a stance. She looked around to see who her next opponent would be, but no one was approaching the ring.

"Fantastic! You might wanna look up."

Melissa furrowed her brow, but then did as the announcer suggested. There was a bird with large black wings flying around... she could hardly see it due to the sun in her eyes. When it got closer, she realized it wasn't a bird at all.

A beautiful woman with black feathered wings landed in the center of the ring. Her skin was pale and smooth, her hair was long and black, and her black micro bikini left little to the imagination, and barely contained her well endowed breasts. Black thigh high boots with heels completed her look.

"Melissa versus Lilith! Fight!"

Though Melissa was sure she was straight, she couldn't deny how beautiful the woman in front of her was, even with the strange wings attached to her back. Melissa approached the woman and went to throw a punch, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she lowered her defenses completely, lowering her hands and resting them against her legs. She stared into Lilith's eyes, which were a very deep shade of violet. Everything and everyone else seemed to disappear... all Melissa could think about was this woman, and how beautiful her eyes were.

"Melissa," the woman said with a deep, sultry voice.

"Y-yes."

"Call me Master."

"Yes Master."

"Good. Now, down on your knees."

"Yes Master," Melissa said as she got down on her knees like she was told. She was happy to do whatever this woman wanted... anything to please her.

Lilith extended one of her heeled boots out to Melissa. "Get on the ground and lick my boots clean."

All Melissa could hear was Lilith's voice filling her head. Without even thinking about it, Melissa bent down and licked the top of Lilith's boot. After a few seconds, Lilith lifted the boot in the air so Melissa could lick the bottom as well.

For several minutes, Melissa licked Lilith's boot all over, even sucking on the heel a few times.

"That's enough... now rise."

"Yes Master," was the only thing Melissa could say. She got back up to her feet. She almost felt like she was going to faint when Lilith grabbed her and brought her body next to hers. Both wearing bikinis, their skin was touching, and Melissa had never felt anything like it. When Lilith told her to kiss her, she did so gladly.

The two kissed for a few seconds... it was wet and sloppy, full of emotion and lust, but that quickly turned into something else as Melissa felt the life being drained from her body. Lilith's hands latched onto Melissa's head tightly, and the hypnotizing spell was broken. Melissa now wanted nothing more than to escape, but she couldn't. Lilith's grip was too tight, and she felt very weak. Melissa tried hitting the woman and shoving her away, but her strength far outmatched her own. Lilith's tongue darted in and out of Melissa's mouth as she sucked the life force out of her. Their lips were locked together, and no force in the world could make them separate now. Melissa started twitching and convulsing violently before she went limp, being held up only by Lilith's grip on her head. Melissa's already pale skin had grown even paler.

Finally, Lilith let go and broke the kiss. Melissa fell hard to the ground, smacking her face on the mat. She let out a few more twitches and moans as she tried to regain control of her body, but she had no strength left.

"It's a shame, darling," the sultry winged woman said. "I would have preferred to keep you around for a little longer, but... rules are rules."

Lilith lifted her heeled boot in the air, then stomped the heel down on the back of Melissa's neck. It broke loudly with a series of crackling sounds, and blood shot out of her mouth. Her life finally faded away completely with a gurgling sound, and she twitched for the final time. Lilith blew Melissa's corpse a kiss, then flew off into the sky, disappearing into the bright sun.

-----

Melissa stood on the concrete floor of the warehouse. The 'ring' was just four pillars with rope connecting them. It reminded it a lot of her first time at the Death Dojo... before she was... killed. Her life was a lot different back then. She had hopes and dreams... the whole reason she had shown up was to help pay for college.

As she was reminiscing about her old life before she was forced to fight and be killed over and over, her opponent finally entered the ring. He was a giant man with two large horns surgically implanted into his head. His face was a mess, like he had plastic surgery several times, and each one was a complete failure. It wasn't until she looked into his eyes that he recognized him.

Melissa gapsed loudly. "You... you're... the Minotaur!"

Now it made sense. The man who had once called himself 'The Minotaur' was made to look more like a minotaur. Melissa finally noticed that he wasn't wearing pants, but instead his legs were covered in fur, and his feet were hooves. "Jesus... what did they do to you?"

"They made me stronger! And now I'm going to pay you back for killing me!"

Melissa had won her first fight against the Minotaur almost purely by luck. He had charged at her and rammed his head into a pillar and got caught. It took Melissa's full weight jumping onto his thick neck to break it and finish him off. She barely won that fight, and he looked ten times more intimidating now than before.

"H-hey... no hard feelings..." she said as she backed up slowly.

"Oh, trust me, my feelings are VERY hard."

The Minotaur charged at Melissa, and she was too slow to move out of the way. One of his horns pierced and impaled Melissa through the stomach.

"AAAOOOOUUUUGH!"

The Minotaur lifted up his head, lifting Melissa into the air. She gripped his horn tightly, though it kept slipping off from the slickness of her own blood covering it. The Minotaur shook his head a few times, opening up the hole in Melissa's body more and more with each shake. Melissa gave up on trying to push herself off the horn and she went limp, with her body dangling, impaled on the Minotaur's horn. He lowered his head, and she slid off slowly and flopped to the ground on the her back. She clutched her stomach, and found her own intestines hanging out of her body.

"Oh... god.... please... just... finish me... kill me... it hurts... so much..."

The Minotaur let out a quick laugh, then stomped his hoof down on her right knee, causing it to break with a loud CRACK!

"AAAAAAGHHHHH!"

The Minotaur lifted up his hoof, and stomped down again, this time on her other knee, grinding his hoof to maximize the damage.

"OUUUUUGH!"

The Minotaur reached down and grabbed Melissa by her throat, and put his other hand between her legs. He lifted her up high in the air to show her off to the crowd.

"She killed me! It's her fault I'm stuck here fighting as a monster! I've been waiting so long to make her suffer!"

The crowd all cheered and encouraged him to do his worst. He brought Melissa's back down over his horn, this time impaling her through her back and out her chest.

"AAAAAAHHHHGH! STOP IT... PLEEEEASE!" Melissa remained conscious, feeling every bit of pain the Minotaur was dealing out. While she was dangling off of his horn, he grabbed onto her body and yanked her down. The horn went up, spreading open the hole in her chest, until it was up to her neck.

"ACKKK! GKKKCK!" Blood was pouring out of her mouth and the two giant holes in her body. Her arms and legs were twitching violently, and her eyes kept rolling up into her head. Intestines hung out of her stomach wound, and organs were spilling out both holes. Blood was pooling fast on the ground below. The Minotaur grabbed her body again, and started pulling some more.

"AUGHHCKKGHGH...."

The horn was pushing up against her chin as the Minotaur was pulling down. Finally, with a loud squelching sound, Melissa's body was torn off of the Minotaur's horn and completely separated from her head. Melissa's head rolled backwards and smacked against the ground. It came to a rest near the edge of the ring, staring off into the crowd. Her tongue hung out of her open mouth, and her eyes were looking in two different directions.

The Minotaur looked over Melissa's headless body on the ground. Her upper torso was torn to bits, though her legs were still perfectly in tact. He stomped down along her waist until her upper torso was totally separated from her bottom half. He lifted her legs up in the air, spread them, then shoved his horn right up the middle. His horn came up through and out of her waist, while her legs dangled on either side of his body. He walked over to Melissa's severed head, rested his foot down on it, then put as much pressure on it as he could. Melissa's head exploded as bone, teeth, brain matter, and her eyes went flying off in all directions.

The Minotaur let out a hearty laugh as he finally got revenge on the girl that somehow beat him so long ago. He left the ring with Melissa's legs still impaled on his horn, while her head was scattered in pieces all over the concrete floor.

BW30 · Jan 6, 2023

Melissa VS The Elements

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Wind

Melissa found herself in another fight for her life, locked in a very large cage with concrete floors. The woman she faced didn't look too tough, though she appeared to be very serious. Her name was Windarah. She was just a little bit shorter than Melissa, wearing a white hooded robe that covered most of her body, though her face was still showing. Her skin was very dark, her black hair cut very short, with yellow lipstick and yellow eyes, giving her a strange appearance. Melissa, wearing her black bikini and pink sneakers, cracked her knuckles and her neck then put up her fists, ready to fight.

Melissa's fists lowered a bit as Windarah threw off her robe. Two bright white wings unfolded behind her back. Each wing looked to be about as tall as the woman. The robe had been hiding how muscular she was. Windarah wasn't bulky, but lean, and very tough looking. She flapped her wings and rose several feet in the air, hovering there, staring down at Melissa.

"How am I supposed to fight a fucking bird lady?!"

Windarah flapped her wings towards Melissa, and her feet skid across the floor. The power from the wind send her back several feet. She held her arms out in front of her in an X to try and keep herself from falling back.

"Shit, those wings are gonna be a problem... woah!"

Melissa, shielding her face, didn't see Windarah coming at her. The bird woman flew at her like a torpedo. Windarah's shoulder slammed into Melissa's stomach, sending her flying backwards. Her back slammed hard into the cage wall with a loud BANG! Melissa fell onto her knees, clutching her stomach with her head on the ground and her ass up in the air.

"OOooohhhh.... COUGH..."

Windarah landed and gently rested her head on the back of Melissa's head.

"What is this garbage?" she said with a thick African accent. "I came here for a fight, you're just a worthless girl! A waste of my talents!"

"Ermmm... that's not... very nice." Melissa's face turned red in shame.

Windarah took her foot off of Melissa, put it on the side of her raised ass, and shoved her to the ground. Melissa hit the ground on her side, coughed a few more times, then rolled over and tried to get up to her feet by grabbing onto the cage wall and pulling herself up. Suddenly she feels hands around her ankles... Windarah pulls back and lifts Melissa off the ground by her ankles, her hands still gripping the cage wall.

"Ah, let me GOO!"

Windarah starts flapping her wings. Her feet leave the ground, and now she's holding Melissa at a forty-five degree angle from the cage wall by her feet, while her wings flap harder and harder, stretching Melissa out! She can't take it anymore, and her fingers slip off the cage wall, and she finds herself flying through the air by her feet.

Melissa never cared for heights.

"AHHHH!"

After a few moments of flying around, carrying Melissa by her ankles, Windarah slams her downward, and Melissa lands flat on her face, hitting her nose hard against the unforgivingly hard floor. Her nose crunches loudly.

"OUUUUGH!"

Windarah doesn't give Melissa any time to recover. She grips the back of her neck and pulls her back up to her feet.

"Get up, face your end with dignity!"

"Unngh..."

Melissa wobbles back and forth on her shaky legs, while Windarah flies up in the air and starts flying around in circles. Melissa starts spinning around, trying to keep herself from falling as she gets buffed with wind from all sides. Windarah flies around so fast, a small tornado forms in the cage, and it lifts Melissa off her feet.

"Ughh... no... what the fuuuuck?!"

The tornado starts going around the cage, slamming Melissa hard into walls, scraping her against the rough edges, and all around just messing her the fuck up.

After about a minute, the tornado subsides, and Melissa ends up laying in the middle of the cage, covered in blood, her arms and legs bent at awkward angles. She was slammed into the cage many times and broke many bones along the way.

"Ughkk... god... it... hurts... so bad..."

Windarah lands on her feet and grabs Melissa by her throat, then flies straight upwards. Melissa dangles from her throat, many feet up in the air. Her arms and legs are all broken, so she can't even fight back. Her skin is torn up all over, and blood runs down her body, dripping off of her toes and splattering on the ground underneath.

"Ghk... just... finish me... please... it... hurts..."

"You are pathetic. The Death Dojo should stop bringing you back. You are not worth it!"

Tears roll down Melissa's face... she'd welcome death, but the Death Dojo won't allow it. She knows that after Windarah finishes her off, she'll just be back in the ring against someone else.

Melissa closes her eyes in anticipation as she feels Windarah flying downward. She slams Melissa's neck into the ground at full strength and it snaps loudly.

CRACK!

Melissa twitches a few times, then goes still. Blood pools out from her wounds as she lays there, dead. Windarah flaps her wings again and Melissa rolls over until her limp body slams into the cage wall, one last time with another loud BANG!

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Water

Melissa stretched out her arms as she looked over her opponent. He was tall and lanky, and she swore he had gills of some kind on his neck. His skin was very light with a blue tint to it, and he was completely hairless, wearing only a black speedo. Noticing they were in a glass box about ten feet high, Melissa started to worry as she saw faucets on all four corners.

"Hello, my name is Aiche Tuo," he said with a bright and gentle voice. "Most people just call me Tuo."

"I'm Melissa May... everyone calls me... Melissa."

Tuo bowed, then gave a wide smile. "You seem nice. I'm sorry that I'll have to kill you."

"Uhh, likewise."

Water started pouring out of the faucets and filling up the box. Melissa slipped off her shoes, leaving her just in her black bikini. She wasn't a bad swimmer, but something told her the man with gills would have at least a slight advantage.

The water came up to Melissa's neck, and just kept going. She wondered just how full this glass box was going to get as her feet left the ground and she started floating in the water. Tuo started swimming around at incredible speeds all around, while Melissa just stayed on one place, rising with the water.

The box filled up almost to the top, but left enough room for Melissa to breathe. So at least it wasn't one hundred percent against her. There wouldn't be much of a match if she just drowned right away. But still, Tuo had a clear advantage. He could breathe underwater indefinitely, and she could hold her breath for maybe thirty seconds at best.

Tuo's head came out of the water. "Are you ready for our deathmatch, Melissa? It appears I have a bit of an advantage, but I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

"Yeah, totally!" Melissa says, not really sure how to take his polite personality. Tuo dives underwater, completely out of sight. Melissa moves her arms gently back and forth, keeping herself floating. She feels a hand on her ankle.

"Ah shit." Melissa takes a deep breath, then she's yanked downward under the water.

Melissa gets yanked down all the way to the bottom, and Tuo, all politeness gone, puts his hand over her face and slams the back of her head against the glass wall. The glass is thick and very unforgiving. Then he starts throwing punches into her stomach while pinning her against the glass. His arms move through the water as if there's no water at all. Melissa takes a hard punch at full strength. Her body convulses as bubbles come out of her mouth. She takes another punch, and she already feels out of breath. Tuo delivers a third punch, and this time leaves his fist in, pushing it deeper and deeper into her. After a few seconds, Melissa's mouth opens wide and she lets out a scream. Tuo releases her, then backhands her across the face. Melissa's head snaps to the side and she floats up in the water. She frantically starts swimming for the surface. She can't hold her breath any longer, and ends up swallowing some water.

Finally her head breaks the surface, and she coughs up the water and takes a huge gasp of air, just in time for to be pulled back down.

Tuo wrapped his long, lanky arms around Melissa's waist and started squeezing. Melissa beat on his arms, but the water resistance made her attacks all but useless... a problem that Tuo didn't have. He gave her a particularly hard squeeze, and Melissa felt her spine crack. Her mouth opened involuntarily to scream, and water rushed in. Tuo kept squeezing Melissa's spine as she swallowed water. Gulp after gulp, her body tried to force itself to breathe, but there was no air for her, only more water. Her arms floated upwards as her body convulsed violently. Tuo started thrashing her around... not that he needed to. He squeezed her one last time, this time snapping her spine in two.

CRACK!

Tuo tossed Melissa aside... her body rotated in the water so that she was face down. Her arms and legs were spread out... she was twitching and convulsing, though it was slowing down. Her mouth was left open as she swallowed more water... her lungs burned and her vision was going dark. With one last convulsion, Melissa's eyes rolled up and she went still, her arms and legs floating silently in the water, her hair swaying beautifully in the clean, blue water.

Melissa's body floated to the top. Her body slowly made it's way back down as the water started to drain from the glass box. Once all the water was gone, Tuo gave Melissa a bow, then the glass box lifted up off the ground, allowing him to leave. Melissa's drowned body stayed laying there face down on the floor until someone finally came by to drag her off.

-----

Earth

Melissa's bare feet sank into the mud. "Ugh... gross... and it's cold too!"

The soft mud was a few inches thick. Wooden fences surrounded her and her opponent.

Melissa hadn't even noticed her opponent yet. "Who am I fighting now? I swear, if this is a fucking bikini mud wrestling match, I'm gonna be pissed!"

Melissa's eyes grew wide as she saw her opponent. It was not another woman in a bikini, but rather a very large man... seven feet tall, thick and muscular, no shirt, torn dirty jeans, pink skin... and worst of all, he had a pig snout.

The pig man snorted and introduced himself. "Hey there, girlie," he said in a southern accent, "I'm Pig."

Melissa paused, thinking there might be more, but no. His name was just simply "Pig."

"Alright then. I'm Melissa," she said, absent-mindedly wiggling her toes in the mud. She put up her fists, and started to move forward... at least she tried to. It took quite a bit of effort to pull her feet out of the thick mud.

"Ugh... why can't I ever fight in a normal place?"

Pig started stomping his way towards Melissa, not having any problems with the mud.

Melissa pulled her foot out of the mud with a loud POP and delivered a hard kick to Pig's side. Her foot smacked into his ribs. He winced a bit, but then snorted and threw a kick of his own, hitting her straight on in her chest. Melissa flew several feet in the air and landed flat on her back. Mud splattered away from her, and she sank down several inches. "Ughhhh... COUGH... it's so groooss!"

Melissa, having a big muddy footprint on her chest, got back up to her feet. Her whole backside was covered in mud. Getting a bit more used to the mud under her feet, she was able to move a bit quicker, and she threw a few quick jabs into Pig's abs. He barely felt them, and he grabbed Melissa'd head with both hands, then pulled it forward while he raised his knee. Melissa's nose crunched against the denim on Pig's leg, splattering blood all over it. He bashed his knee into her face two more times before shoving her face down in the mud.

Melissa's head got stuck in the mud. She couldn't breathe at all as she started pushing up with her arms, but her head wouldn't move. Her legs started kicking against the mud frantically, plopping down and splattering mud all over, until finally her head got loose with a loud POP! She took in a big gasp of air, her face entirely covered in mud. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear Pig running towards her. She rolled out of the way just in time to avoid Pig's large foot coming down to cave her skull in.

Melissa, now covered head to toe, front to back in mud, wiped some from her eyes so she could see. She blinked a few times, but didn't see Pig anywhere. Then she let out a scream as she felt him grab onto her wrists and pulled her arms back behind her.

"AHHH! NOO! LET GOO!"

Pig kicked the back of Melissa's knees, sending her knees down into the mud. Her head shook side to side in protest as Pig pulled back her arms more and more, until finally...

SNAP! CRACK!

Both of Melissa's arms were broken, her shoulders popping out of their sockets. Pig shoved her forward with his foot on her back, and her face hit the mud again.

Pig snorted and laughed. "Let's see if you can pull your head out this time!" He stood there with his arms folded, watching Melissa's legs kick frantically, though her arms were useless and laying motionless in the mud. Her muffled screams could be heard, which turned to choking sounds. Her legs kicked and plopped down into the mud over and over again, until they slowed, and then finally she kicked one last time, then her body went still.

Melissa suffocated in the mud. Pig let out another laugh. "Guess not!" Then he raised his foot in the air, and stomped down, caving in Melissa's skull with a loud CRACK!

-----

Fire

Melissa stood in the corner of the ring, calmly stretching out her arms and legs. Surrounding the ring were thick iron bars like a prison cell, ensuring that there was no escape. The woman in the other corner of the ring about Melissa's height, but thinner. Melissa figured she might actually have the advantage this time, but she was used to losing, and was just waiting for something unfair to show itself.

The woman started walking towards the center of the ring, and Melissa went to meet her. The woman, who had bright red hair, spoke with an English accent. "'Ello, love. I'm Ash!" She held out her hand, offering Melissa a handshake. "May the best woman win!"

Melissa slowly reached for Ash's hand, watching for any suddenly movements, but she seemed sincere. They clasped hands and shook, then walked back to their corners. Melissa thought Ash's hand was unusually warm to the touch. She had a bad feeling about this...

Melissa wore her usual black bikini and pink sneakers, while Ash wore a white bikini with orange flames on it. The bell rang, and Ash's skin started glowing.

She had a very bad feeling about this.

Moving quickly, Melissa ran towards Ash, hoping to catch her off guard and gain the advantage. She got in close and slammed her fist into Ash's bare stomach. Ash grunted, but her abs were strong. Melissa tried pushing her fist deep into her gut, trying to make her sick, but instead she quickly pulled her hand back. Her knuckles were red and hurt like crazy.

Ash's skin was hot, and as it glowed brighter, it only got hotter. Ash smiled and slapped Melissa across her face. Melissa's head snapped to the side... it wasn't that hard of a smack, but her cheek hurt like hell. A red handprint was left on her face that burned.

"Shit, you're super hot," Melissa mumbled.

"Aw, thanks," Ash said, understanding what Melissa really meant but still just wanting to mess with her. "Trust me, I'll just keep getting hotter and hotter the longer we fight!"

Ash put her hand on Melissa's chest and started pushing her back. Melissa screamed as she was moved back until her back was pinned against the iron bars. Smoke was rising from where Ash's hand and Melissa's chest were touching. Melissa gripped Ash's wrist to try and pry it off, but even that was too hot to touch, and she quickly pulled her hand away. Melissa could only stand there and cry out in pain.

"Burns, doesn't it?" Ash asked rhetorically, her skin continuing to glow brighter and brighter. "Well, it burns for me too, but you get used to it!"

Ash removed her hand from Melissa's chest, then both of her hands went for her face. Ash put her thumbs over Melissa's eyes and started squeezing. Melissa screamed out a shrill scream as the thumbs pushed down and burned her eyes. Melissa tried punching and kicking, but that just ended up hurting her more.

"AHHHHGH! NOOO, STOP IT, PLEEEAAASE!"

Ash didn't stop, she only increased the pressure. Melissa's eyes were audibly sizzling as smoke rose up from her eye sockets. Ash gave her thumbs one last hard push before letting go. Melissa clutched her eyes and rolled around on the ground, screaming.

After a few moments, Melissa came to a rest on her back. She kept rubbing her eyes and trying to open them, but there was nothing left of them. Ash rested her foot across Melissa's stomach, which started sizzling. Melissa couldn't help but scream again.

Even though she couldn't see it, Melissa knew the end was near. Ash's skin finally reached a blindingly bright glow, then she opened up her mouth and flames shot out, enveloping Melissa's face, and soon, her entire body. Ash was able to stand there, keeping Melissa pinned while the flames grew higher. Melissa flailed her limbs, but she could do nothing but lay there and burn.

Melissa prayed for death, but Ash just kept her pinned there. It was several agonizing minutes, with each minute feeling like an hour, before Melissa finally went still and silent, except for the sounds of sizzling flesh.

Ash stepped off of Melissa and her skin slowly returned back to it's normal color. Melissa's body continued burning until there was nothing left but charred bone.

-----

Aether (bonus story - sometimes aether is considered a fifth element, representing outer space)

Melissa found herself in a room made entirely of metal, except for one window, and a door right next to it that she was sure wouldn't open for her. Outside that window was... nothing. Melissa looked outside, trying to figure out where she was, when a voice from behind made her jump.

"We're in a spaceship," the voice said. Melissa spun around, wondering where the sudden, though pleasant feminine voice was coming from, and to her surprise, it was coming from a woman who appeared to be half cat, covered in mostly short black fur, with bits of gray going up her arms and legs. She was very tall, over six feet for sure, and very athletic looking. She wore a small dark green bikini.

"Uhhh, hi? Are you another one of the Death Dojo's experiments?"

The cat woman cocked her head and one of her ears twitched. "Experiments? No. I'm not from your world. I'm from somewhere far outside your solar system.

"So... alien?"

The cat woman nodded and grinned, showing very sharp looking teeth. "My name is unpronounceable to you, but you can just call me Kate."

"Kate. That's easy. I'm Melissa."

"Great! So, are you ready to fight then?" Kate spread her feet apart and raised her hands in her fighters stance. Sharp looking claws extended from her hands.

Melissa rolled her arms, cracked her knuckles and her neck, then put up her fists. "Yeah, never fought a cat lady before. Today seems like a good enough day to start."

There was an obvious size difference between the two, but Melissa had no idea what Kate had going on inside her body. She hoped she wasn't as strong as she looked.

Kate swiped her claws towards Melissa, and she managed to move back just in time and avoid them. Strength or no, those claws were dangerous. Melissa moved in, staying low to avoid Kate's swiping claws, and punched the cat woman in her lower stomach.

"OOOH!"

Kate grunted and doubled over, and Melissa was quick to follow up with an uppercut to the woman's feline face. Her face was soft, and her nose cracked on impact. The tall cat woman fell back, but rolled over on the air and stopped herself from falling all the way, putting her hands out just in time. Blood dripped from her nose and splattered on the metal floor beneath her. Melissa tried stomping down on her back, but Kate rolled out of the way just in time and got back up to her feet, then quickly swiped her claws in Melissa's direction. The claws scratched across Melissa's bare stomach. She threw her head back and screamed. The wounds were deep, but not fatal. Just a few more inches though, and Melissa would be trying to pick her guts up off the floor.

"Fuck... gotta be more careful," she mumbled to herself before ducking, avoiding another dangerous swipe of those claws. Melissa kicked out at one of Kate's knees, and her foot hit it hard. There was a crack, and Kate yelled, sinking to the floor and ending up on her back.

Kate's claws were dangerous, but it seemed her body was in fact not as strong as she looked. Trying to take advantage of Kate's predicament, Melissa got down and sat on Kate's soft, furry stomach, her legs straddling either side of her body, making sure to pin her arms with her knees. Melissa started hammering punches down on Kate's feline face, and every one landed. Kate cried out with each punch, then it was Melissa's turn to cry out as her fist slammed into one of Kate's sharp teeth. The tooth flew out of her mouth, and both Kate's mouth and Melissa's knuckle were bleeding. Melissa was also losing a lot of blood from her stomach wound, and was starting to feel a bit woozy.

"I've gotta end this quick!"

Though she was afraid to release Kate's arms from under her knee, Melissa had no choice. She moved up and wrapped her legs tightly around Kate's neck and started squeezing. Kate extended her claws and clamped them down over Melissa's thighs. Melissa screamed as those sharp claws impaled her legs, then she gave her hips a twist, jerking Kate's head to the side, and snapping her neck.

CRACK! "MREOW!"

Kate let out a catlike sound, then a choking gurgling sound before going still. Her claws were still stuck in Melissa's legs. Melissa ripped them out painfully, then went over and sat by the door. She sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the door with a heavy sigh. Then the door opened, and she fell backwards.

"OOF!"

It appeared to be another small room, then she realized it was an air lock. Though her legs hurt like crazy, and she was losing blood fast, Melissa was able to drag Kate's body into the air lock. The door slammed shut, locking Kate inside the room. A small red button lit up beside the door. Melissa slammed the button with her palm, and Kate's body was sucked out into space. Melissa could see her body floating away in the darkness of space.

Melissa sank back down on the ground, leaning her back against the door again.

"Just because you keep giving me unfair fights, doesn't mean I can't still win a few."

Melissa continued bleeding out, and soon her eyes rolled up and she fell to the side.

Unconscious, but still a winner.

neosushi · Jan 8, 2023

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