Luxurious - Part II

By SuperCat

Luxana sat in the back booth of Holy Grounds and sipped her coffee, dark roast with sugar, no cream. She hadn’t taken any special precautions to hide herself; Chuck was out front having a mocha latte and an oat bran muffin, sitting on the patio in the warm sunlight of early Fall. He was perfectly able to run any interference that might be needed, but Luxana doubted it would be necessary.

Not this morning.

At eleven minutes after eleven, a tall woman in a long coat and wide brimmed hat slid into the converted church, she was wearing sunglasses and her hair was swept up. She looked around quickly before walking up to the counter and placing her order.

Luxana smiled inwardly. On the mornings when they were awake and able to, she, Rita and Aleeyah would meet in the old chapel that had been converted into a wonderful little coffee bar near the corner of fifth and forty-eighth, always at 11:11 (make a wish!). When she had passed her message along to Rita she knew the redhead would realize exactly what she meant.

The woman waited nervously at the counter, then relaxed as she got accustomed to her surroundings and received her drink. She turned and strode directly up to Luxana.

“So you wanna fuckin fight or what bitch?”

“I kick your ass red devil!”

Then they both broke out on giggles.

Luxana got up and they embraced for the first time in seven years.

“Oh Luxurious. What the fuck babe?” Rita said into her shoulder.

“I should be asking you the same, now sit, let us talk my dear sweet friend.”

Rita took the chair on the left side of the table and sat like a weary jungle cat.

“Oh Luxurious, I’m not very sweet and dear anymore. Not that I ever fuckin was. You just saw the fuckin good side of me. Always did. God I wish I could fuckin smoke in here. I fuckin need one. How…how the hell did you ever…”

“I have certain resources now Rita. I’ve been looking for you since I got back to New York. You, my friend, are hard person to track down.”

Rita smiled painfully. “Shoulda just looked in the fuckin gutter Luxurious. That’s about where they always said I’d fuckin end up anyway.”

“Silly girl, there are too many gutters in New York to search them all. Rita…what happened?”

“I should fuckin ask you the same, eh? Cept for you it seems you got the good end of the stick babe. I’ll wait for that though, you tell me everything later, ok? As for me,
Luxurious, well, after a while I just needed that rush more and more, and once those fuckers ran me out of modeling, I was fucked, y’know? It’s not like I was fuckin set to go work as a waitress or anything, and I had one fuckin nasty habit after another. Coke, booze, ecstasy, but then I started smoking the dragon, and Luxurious, I hit bottom hard. Well, at least I thought I did. How fuckin wrong I was…”

She sipped her coffee thoughtfully.

“Well…one night I was tryin to find some guy who would get me high, and this guy Jason started talkin me up. And this motherfucker was HOT Luxurious, fuckin stone fox. And he took me home and we got coked up as FUCK and had sex for like, a day. And it was so good. So good Luxurious that I dropped my fuckin guard. I let him take me.”

Her green eyes became those emerald pits Luxana had noticed before.

“And he pulled me the fuck down. I thought I was the only…I thought I was…oh fuck Luxy. So, he moved me into some flop house and before I knew it, I had traded coke for fucking heroin. Smoking it at first, then the needles, oxy’s…whatever he gave me. Before I knew it, I was the Empire State Building with a fuckin monkey the size of King Kong on my back. Then I got my dumb ass busted, so fucking stupid Luxurious, I was speedballing at some fuckin club, some bitch got smart with me, and you know where that goes. Well, Jason bailed me out, squashed it, and moved me into some other shithole place he owned, then he told me that if I was gonna cause him trouble like that, I had to fuckin do shit for him. He said if I fuckin wanted to fight, he had a place for me to fuckin fight. And so I fuckin started fighting, and taking more fuckin smack to kill the pain after I fought. Every day Luxurious, I hurt BAD. Every inch of me, until I take that fuckin shot. And so for the last five fuckin years I’ve fought, and fell into this fuckin hole. Down and down. I don’t even fuckin like fightin anymore Luxurious. I fight because I have no choice. To stop means I gotta kick, and Jason would throw my ass out in a fuckin heartbeat. So I just get angry, fuckin angry at myself, fuckin angry at this world, and I fuckin take my anger out on whatever bitch I gotta fight.”

Luxana saw tears were running down Rita’s cheeks. The thought of her hard as nails friend crying broke her heart.

“But Luxurious, I’m getting too old for this. My body, it’s starting to turn on me. Every day it gets fuckin worse. I beat the fuckin shit out of that slut the other night, the bitch never even fuckin touched me, and I still felt it the next day.”

Luxana reached out and took her friends hand.

“Do you want to stop Rita?”

Her green eyes glistened with moisture.

“Ye…yeah Luxurious. I want to stop. I need this to end before it fuckin ends me. Not that I’m fuckin worth saving.”

“Stop that nonsense.” Luxana said with some heat. “You are my friend and I will always love you. To me, you are more worth saving than anybody!”

She reached out and touched Rita’s hand.

“I cannot promise saving you Rita, but by my word I can try to help you.”

“But Luxurious, I mean it’s not like they’re just gonna let me walk the fuck out of this life. Fuckin Jason he sees me as some fuckin investment. Just like the rest of those girls, once they make a couple fights, they’re fuckin his. No life of their own anymore. He’s got bitches all over the city he keeps, some are doped up like me, some bitches just like to hurt people. But they’re all his, and he doesn’t like letting fuckin go. He doesn’t like fuckin losing.”

Luxana’s eyes grew hard.

“To fuck with him. I will beat him. I am Luxana, and this man cannot match me.”

Rita laughed and said “Where the fuck did THAT come from Luxurious. You’re damn sure not the scared, naïve kid I used to run with.”

“Oh Rita, let me tell you MY story for a moment…”

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[i]“BUT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL, GET THE CAMERAS ROLLIN, GET THE ACTION GOIN” [/i]

“What is this? I do not know this number, but that is New York extension…”

Luxana was sitting in the small café on the ground floor of the building where Inferwebz was headquartered, eating a salad and idly watching the people about their business on the Avenue in front of her. She had felt like a caged animal the last couple days. Her mind was vibrating like a struck tuning fork and she had been restless; barely sleeping and pacing at all hours of the night, often smoking. So not like her, but she realized both her mind and her body were wound up in anticipation. She knew something big was about to happen and when it all went down; hell was going to break loose.

She found this morning she could no longer just sit in her office and had taken a walk around the block in the slight nip of fall air. It had helped her feel a bit better, and she decided to have a spot of food before deciding to how to attack the rest of her day.

She had almost jumped out of her skin when the iPhone went off.

She looked at it as if it might bite as she considered the number.

“Well…let us get this show on the road and see where it takes us.”

She clicked the phone over.

“Good morning.”

The voice on the other line was both cheerful and hollow at the same time.

“Good Morning! Am I speaking to Mrs. Stratford?”

Luxana immediately went on full red alert.

“Yes, yes you are. Who is this?”

“Oh let’s cut the shit.” The man was conversational, offhand. “I’m not speaking to anybody Stratford. You are Luxana Conrad and I know exactly who you are.”

“And you…?”

“Jay. You probably know the last name.” the man said with a hint of a laugh.

“Yes, yes I imagine I do. So what can I do for you today?”

“Mrs. Conrad. I would very much like to speak to you regarding a…mutual acquaintance. I think between the two of us, we can put our heads together to resolve this
issue and move onwards with our business satisfied.”

“Yes, I do agree with you. So, what will it be, where do you wish to speak? I am imagining you do not want to do this over phone, no?”

“Ahh...no. Ok Mrs. Conrad. Take down this address. I will give you a moment to get a means.”

Luxana quickly produced a small pen and a small notepad. She still carried the tools of the 20th century just in case.

“Ok, I am ready.”

Mahlhausen rattled off an address in Queens.

“One of my many offices, but it will do for this. Mrs. Conrad, shall I count on you at, say 10 PM?”

“Yes. I shall be there.”

“Oh, and Mrs. Conrad. Come alone. I will guarantee your safety. I am, if nothing else, a man of my word. If I even get a scent of your husband or your hired nigger I’ll send the bitch off to somebody so far away you’ll never even get a whiff of her trail again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Purrfectly. It will be so. I will be there, and I will come alone.”

The phone clicked dead in her hands.

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The address led to the third story of a walkup above a pawn shop. Not the best part of Queens, but Luxana had been to worse.

She had kept her word, over Roger’s STRENUOUS objections, and come alone. But Luxana was no dummy; her second call after hanging up with Mahlhausen was to Chuck, to arrange some sort of indiscreet coverage for her. Not shockingly to Luxana, Chuck had family in Queens, and she knew among the kids idling around the corner at the next intersection North was Chuck’s nephew Rickey, and a block south, seemingly out of it on a stoop, was the hulking form of another nephew, DeWande.

“They good kids, you have any trouble find a way to make it known and those kids will tear that place to the ground for you.”

She sincerely hoped, and frankly doubted, it would come to that. But Luxana had learned the value of insurance policies.

When she rang the buzzer the intercom crackled: “Come on up, Mrs. Conrad. One of my associates will meet you at the door.”

As she reached the third floor landing, the buildings tone changed from typically dingy old New York mustiness to new and stylish. The nearly broken boards of the stairs were replaced by plush red carpet, leading to a door unmarked by age and disrepair.

“This is reminding me of leaving elevator to Vegas penthouse all those years ago” she sighed. Luxana was on full bore alert, she had seen the camera at the front door and she saw the one here above the lone door at the end of the hall.

She walked up and knocked.

The man who opened the door was more simian than human to her. Low sloping brow over hooded eyes, black hair slicked back and to the sides. He was massive, with long arms hanging below his waist and he grunted as he led her in.

“Turn aroun’, I need t’pat ya down.” He grunted in an approximation of English.

Luxana wasn’t shocked, and she let the man do what he needed to do, he was no more invasive then he had to be, and she was happy for that. A quick professional pat, and a look through her small purse. She had made sure not be complicated. She knew she was walking into the den of lions, no need to be antagonistic.

“Sorry ma’am boss says turn off your cell phone.”

She powered the cell down and showed it to him.

He said “Leave it here. Nobody gonna take it.”

She said “No, I will not, I must be trusting your boss, he must be trusting me, I will leave cell phone off but I will not let anybody have access to it.”

The goon shrugged and a voice came over the small intercom mounted above the door.

“It is OK, Daniel; I think this one is too smart to try anything funny here. Go ahead and lead her back to the office.”

Daniel led her back past several closed doors. The hallway was well appointed, but it had to her the same look as many places she had gone as a call girl where the client’s money didn’t make up for their lack of taste. The paintings to her looked amateurish and the accessories on the couple small knickknack tables were to her eyes barely above what a shopper would find at the thrift store. The gorilla made a right turn at the end of the hallway and said “Boss…”

“Yes Daniel, I am ready, lead Mrs. Conrad in.”

He showed her into the room and the door closed behind her, the gorilla stepping casually outside.

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“So, this is Luxana Romanova Conrad? Your reputation precedes you, your beauty was not understated, let’s see if your tenacity and intelligence are as I had heard as well.”

Mahlhausen’s office was spotless, antiseptic even. Luxana could tell the man didn’t spend much time here. [i]“He probably is having other places such as this all over city.” [/i]

The walls were more or less blank, one small print that looked like it could have come straight out of a chain hotel was on each of them. In the center was a desk of intermediate value, graded by the normal accessories: small lamp, calendar, phone and a laptop computer.

(“I am wondering, where is AC adaptor?” She thought, and smiled inwardly)

“I have all this Mr. Mahlhausen. What I…”

“Call me Jason.”

“What I am lacking is the patience to sit here, posture and listen to bullshit. You wish to talk to me about Rita, I am thinking. Well, what is on your mind…Mr. Mahlhausen.”

He stood then and gestured Luxana to one of the two seats in front of his desk. She looked quickly at it and noted it seemed ok, no security risk at least. She noted Mahlhausen was shorter then she was, maybe 5’9” and was handsome in that slick bad-boy look that some females found irresistible. His unruly dark brown hair was swept/slicked back, falling a little past his collar. He was wearing a simple blue blazer and a blue oxford with the top two buttons open. Luxana half expected to see ugly gold chains around his neck, but he only wore a small gold cross on a fine gold chain. He waited until she sat and then hesitated
(“Using stature to prove dominance. Oh please, that is old trick.”)
and sat back down into his leather desk chair. He sat back and placed his feet on the desk, a man supremely at ease.

“Well, I indeed had not been made aware of your lack of social decorum Mrs. Conrad. Very well, yes, I brought you here tonight to discuss Miss Rita O’Leary. That is true.
See, Mrs. Conrad, Rita O’Leary is a woman near and dear to my heart. After all her…friends… abandoned her and she fell out of favor in New York, I helped her to get back on her feet again, gave her the fresh start she needed to get herself back together again. On the way, we…we fell in love.”

His eyes got cloudy for a moment, but Luxana didn’t believe a word. She also ignored his subtle jibe; the man knew nothing of her life.

“…but Mrs. Conrad, it’s been a tough few years. Miss O’Leary, as we both know, is prone to run to the arms of the white lady when times are tough. After a while, it wasn’t the same for both of us, and we went our separate ways, but we still maintained a relationship. I got her…work, you might say, and she in turn owes me for finding her that work, Mrs. Conrad. In fact, I make quite a pretty penny on Rita O’Leary Mrs. Conrad, and I’m not normally the kind of man who likes giving up his fucking money for no reason. Do I make myself clear?”

Luxana sniffed. “Mr. Mahlhausen, if you are making money an object…”

He dismissed her with a wave: “Yes Luxana Conrad, I know full well how deep your pockets are. 72 million in your own right, then include what you share with your husband and add in his own little piles across the world you’re talking about, ah…873 Million now. Very impressive Luxana. You’ve come a long way…baby.”

He smirked, fished a Camel out of the pack on his desk and lit up. He offered her one. “And may I offer you a drink? We may not be here long, but I’d be remiss as a host not to ask.”

“I just quit the smoking, and I do not need a drink. Now, Mr. Mahlhausen, am I to hear you do not like giving up the fucking money, but you will not be taking MY fucking money? Tell, me, what sense is that making?”

He leaned forward, suddenly serious. “Because you silly, jumped up whore; that bitch is my INVESTMENT. I put a lot of time into making her who and what she is today and I simply don’t feel like letting her go until I’m done with her. Frankly, it offends my fucking pride to think of just giving her up for mere money.”

Luxana cocked her head.

“But I do have another idea.”

She nodded, “Keep going.” (“Now, it gets to the interesting.”)

“I know where you came from Mrs. Conrad. A Vegas girl. You like a good gamble, do you not?”

“I’ve been known to roll the dice. Go on.”

“Well, I would like to make you a wager, Luxana. I am willing wager to let your friend Rita go, Walk free and clear away from me. No hard feelings, no regrets. All that has to happen is she win her next fight.”

“And…” Luxana took the bait.

“Well, I was thinking we could try something a little different. Make her next match a…tag team fight. Reunite a couple old friends.”

She raised her eyebrow at him.

“To cut to the chase Mrs. Conrad. Two Saturdays from now, you and Rita O’Leary can fight for her freedom against two fighters of my choice for my end. If you win she gets to…fly, fly away, little angel.” And he made a motion with both his hands, fingers mimicking birds. “But if you lose, you butt your fucking nose out of my business for good, or I’ll send Rita O’Leary so far away you wouldn’t be able to find her in your dreams. You aren’t the only one with money, bitch.”

“Who will I be fighting.”

“THAT is for me to know and you to find out.”

Luxana snorted derisively.

“I do not need to know. Rita and I will beat ANY two you put in the ring against us and you know it.” She sat back herself and pretended to study the paint over his right shoulder. “But tell me, why would I be trusting you? After we beat your sluts bloody, what’s to stopping your…” she gestured to the door “goons from stopping us on our way out the door?”

“Well, to quote Scarface, I only got two things in this world, my balls and my word, and I don’t break either one for nobody. Luxana, I am if nothing else a man of a certain honor. You might not think so, but it is true. Not to mention if I screw you over, you would bring more heat down on me than your junkie bitch friend is worth, and
fuck that. If you agree to my wager, I will honor it.”

Luxana narrowed her eyes and thought a moment.

(“What choice do I have, really. If I say no, he will have Rita in another country before dawn. I can win this fight, this I know, but…”)

“Very well Mahlhausen. You have your wish. I will be there two Saturdays from today. No funny stuff from me, no funny stuff from you.”

He held out his hand. “Shake on the deal.”

She hesitated, but gently took his hand. It was warm and firm.

He released her and said, “Oh, Mrs. Conrad, two things before you leave.”

“Yes, Mr. Mahlhausen?”

“One, do not try to contact Rita O’Leary. No coffee at Holy Grounds, no finding out where she lives, no phone calls, no nothing. I see everything I need to see, Mrs.
Conrad, and I’m not stupid. If you see her once, you never will again.”

Luxana nodded. “Fine, whatever, you are the gambler who is holding all the cards Mr. Mahlhausen.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait Mrs. Conrad. Secondly, tell the niggers on the corner to stop watching me now that you’ve left and forget this place existed.”

She sent him a look that would chill a glacier. “I will see you in two weeks.”

She turned and walked out the door. She didn’t wait for the goon to help her out.

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“Ok Luxy, you ready to go kick some ass tonight?”

“Roger, would you be disappointed if I told you I did not want to fight again after this?”

He looked deep into her eyes as the car sat at the red light.

“Luxana, you’ve given me everything I could ask for when you fight. You’ve put your body, your soul, your sanity into these, and we’ve made it through every one. I think once you and Rita beat these bitches down and you walk out of that ring, you’ve got nothing more to prove or gain. I wouldn’t mind at all if that was my last memory of you as a fighter.”

She put her hand behind his neck and drew him close.

“I will not disappoint you Roger. I fight tonight not even for myself; I fight for a friend who needs me.”

“More noble than fighting for my cock or a pile of money baby.”

“But I can do that too, can I not?”

“Absolutely. Any time you want.” And he put his hand in between her legs. She cooed as the limo pulled up to the decrepit warehouse.

Mahlhausen had called her two days previous (BABY YOU KNOW, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS REAL). He did not give her time to speak after answering the phone. He curtly gave her a time and told her to be wearing purple for her fight attire.

She had arranged for Chuck to be there as well, an insurance policy she knew Mahlhausen would well expect. He would be meeting them there and in fact as they pulled up, they saw his bulk sidling up to the corner.

“When this is done Roger, there will be no pile of money big enough for us to make love on, so can I be fucking you on the carpet?”

“Baby when you win tonight I’ll fuck you any and everywhere you like.”

“Let us go then, I have a friend to save tonight Roger.”

They exited the long black car and the driver took off.

“Damn girl, you look lovely.”

“She’s extra radiant before she fights isn’t she Chuck?”

“Roger my man, she looks like an angel from heaven who is ready to lay an asswhuppin on the devil himself.”

“Yes Chuck, that is pretty much having it right. Now, let us be going. Be ready for anything, oddly I am not trusting this Mahlhausen.” And she strode up to the door.

She looked at the ape manning the door.

“I am fighting here tonight. These men are with me, let me in.”

“Whats da name?”

“Romanova!”

Luxana had no inclination to drag the Conrad name directly in this, not with the profile she and Roger had, it was already enough to do this in somewhat public as it was.

The goon grunted and gave them the once over.

“Boss said to search you. Gimmie a minute to get somebody up here.” And he ducked inside. In less than a minute the door opened up and they were bid inside by a man who looked like he could play lineman for the Jets.

“Nothin personal, just doin my job.” He said as he patted down the men and Luxana.

“Let’s keep it impersonal. Move it along, I have fight to win.” Luxana shot back.

When it was ascertained they had nothing untoward on them, he led the trio down to the main room, where at the moment they were in between matches.

“My people must be sitting in front row or I do not fight.” Luxana said.

The goon nodded and led them to several open seats across from where they had sat previously. He gestured for Chuck and Roger to sit and then turned to Luxana.

“Boss said you fight after the next one. Come back and get dressed.”

“Very well.” She gave Chuck a quick hug and embraced Roger.

“Bring it home for us baby, this one last time.”

Her blue/grey eyes flashed and she said “Thanks Roger, I love you.”

The goon led her away to the back rooms.

Luxana was led towards the left side as she went behind the bleachers.

“Go in that door. Dressin rooms are in there.”

Luxana opened the door. There were several curtained off areas on each side on the room, about twelve total. She walked through them until she saw one with her name on it. As she walked she noted a girl getting dressed after her match, an Asian who had obviously won, since she certainly didn’t look worse for the wear. She glared at Luxana and said nothing. The only other activity was a soft pained groaning coming from one of the areas on the left. Luxana assumed it was a girl recovering from her battle but not in need of serious medical attention.

She pulled back the curtain and saw a stool and a small locker bolted to the wall for her to hang her clothes on. Apparently there was an honor system here where nobody stole each other’s wears.

Luxana doubted there was much honor here though. She had only brought clothing she could afford to leave behind if she had for some reason to leave in a rush: an old pair of jeans and a top that was easily replaced. She peeled off her clothing and quickly changed into her small dark purple bikini, liking the way it hugged her beautiful body and accentuated her best features. She was slowly pulling the second of her purple socks up her calf when the curtain was pulled back.

It was Mahlhausen.

“A pleasure to see you Mrs. Conrad. You look absolutely stunning. It will be amazing to be able to watch you in all your glory in the ring. I wish you the best of luck. Well, that isn’t really true, but at any rate, I figured I’d let you and your partner discuss strategy. You’ll be taking on Debbie and Marsha tonight, so you’re gonna need all the communication and luck you’re gonna get.” He fairly smirked at Luxana. “Rita! Please come back here!”

Luxana’s jaw dropped as Rita was led to the dressing room supported by two of Mahlhausen’s bouncers and deposited at her feet. She was dressed in her red bikini, but her eyes were black pits. She lolled on the dirty floor.

Luxana saw the fresh track marks on the inside of Rita’s arm.

“Lux…lux…ur…I’m…I’m…”

“Yes” Mahlhausen said, “It seems Miss O’Leary has fallen off the wagon at the”, and he chuckled to himself, “worst possible time. It happens, you know. So sad, the life of a junkie. Never know when you’re gonna need that fix.”

He prodded Rita with his Italian shoe. She lay on her side, her red hair all over the floor. She was shaking and pale.

Luxana’s eyes flashed hatred at Mahlhausen. She gritted her teeth.

“You are knowing you could not beat us, so you had to resort to” and she swept her hand towards her prostate friend “this? THIS? You play games with my friend’s life because you are afraid of us? You bastard!”

Mahlhausen laughed.

“You didn’t really think I wasn’t going to protect my investment Mrs. Conrad. I told you if you won I’d let you walk away, but I never did tell you I had no intention of letting you win.”

“I will not fight. Rita is in no condition to partner with me. She cannot even stand up.”

“I…I…fight…Lux…” and Rita trailed off, nodding.

“Oh if you don’t, you lose whore.” Mahlhausen laughed again. “Now, I will give you a sporting chance. If you choose not to have Miss O’Leary for a partner, you can fight my two fighters by yourself…” his eyes glinted “…or you can have another partner…of MY choosing.”

It was all Luxana could do to not leap off her stool and attack Mahlhausen right then. (“Mother to the fuck! I am tricked!”) But she knew it would do no good and wouldn’t get Rita back.

She looked back at Mahlhausen with all the self control she could manage. “Okay, we play it your way. What choice am I having? But Mahlhausen…” and she waited for his acknowledgement “...I will not be powerless to you. If I do not see Rita seated between my husband and our bodyguard. I do not get into that ring and I WILL not let this go after I leave here. I will take whomever you give me as a partner and I will win. You could put me in there with three of your best, and I will STILL win. You are fool Mr. Mahlhausen. I am strong, I am Ukraine, and I am fucking Luxana, and my cause it right and just. I WILL take my friend with me when I leave in victory!”

“Spare me the histrionics bitch. I’ll put your friend with your “comrades” it’s not like you’re going to get out of here with my men on the doors anyway and she’s just going to be sitting there puking on herself if she can even stay off the floor. You think you’re such tough shit, don’t you? The fucking Ultimate Warrior”, he snorted derisively, “well, slut, here’s your fucking partner, do your best!”

Mahlhausen nodded to his right and Luxana heard footsteps. She saw a man push a girl into view behind Mahlhausen.

“Luxana, this shall be your partner. I’m sure you remember her from your last visit. Meet Wendy.”

The young blonde girl shuffled into view. Her head was down looking at her feet, when she raised it to look at Luxana the brunette could see the look of a deer in the headlights in her blue eyes. Luxana had seen this girl take the most one sided vicious beating imaginable, against one of the women she would be fighting tonight.

Luxana knew she would be terrified and she knew Mahlhausen set this up to handcuff her. She had no doubt he had given Rita a shot of dope and then switched her for the one girl he figured would have NO chance to win.

“Leave us. I wish to speak to my partner before we fight. And again, if I do not see HER in that front row, you will have no fight. And Mahlhausen, I do not care what name you use, but you do not use my real name here when I am introduced. Now, begone.”

As Mahlhausen’s men lifted Rita from the floor, Luxana grabbed the redhead by the chin and looked into her eyes. Somewhere in those depthless, doped out pits, she knew she saw the spark of recognition.

[i]“Hold on tight my friend; I will be there for you.”

“Oh, fuckin Luxurious, I’m fucked this time. It’s up to you babe, up to you.”[/i]

They dragged Rita away between the two men and Mahlhausen shoved the little blonde, in her light blue bikini and socks, into the small dressing area.

“I’m SURE you two will have a plan.” He said sarcastically and walked away.

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Luxana studied the blonde girl.

(“If this one is old enough to buy alcohol in this country, I will be shocked”)

She offered her hand. “Hi, Wendy, I am Luxana.”

The girl took it with a hand that was shaking badly. “Hello Luxana.” She stammered.

“Why are you here Wendy? You are no warrior. I can see it in your face. You do not belong in this place.”

The blonde turned her face down; she couldn’t look Luxana in the eyes.

“I…I…” and then it all came tumbling out of the girl. She was from New Haven, and at the age of 18, fresh out of High School, she had gotten pregnant. She kept the child, but babydaddy was long gone, off to that land where babydaddies go after they spread their seed. Her parents were old blood who refused to have their half black granddaughter in their home, so Wendy had taken off for New York. Life had not treated her well the past two years, she had tried without success to find steady work despite being a bright enough young thing, and when she was approached by Mahlhausen, whom she had waited on in the greasy spoon she was working in downtown, she grabbed the only chance she thought she had to provide for her family.

“Stripping, hooking, getting beaten half to death, what difference does it make, really?” she sighed, and her eyes welled with tears.

“Ok, enough of that, we have no time for the crying my partner. I can hear from the crowd the match before us is ending. I do not know what to expect out there, but I can be handling a lot, please, just be trying to keep both of them off me at once, but try not to get yourself hurt. This is not your war.”

“Bu…bu…she HURT ME SO BAD LAST TIME, my poor pussy, it still hurts! I can’t do it again!”

Luxana grabbed the blonde by her shoulders. “You must be calm. I will not let her do that to you again, you have no choice but to be trusting me Wendy. Look into my eyes.”

And she locked eyes with the blonde.

She saw past the terror.

She saw a girl who had made it this far, alone, on her wits and her guts.

She was no warrior, but she was tougher then she gave herself credit for.

Luxana brought the blonde into her own gaze and wrapped her within her spirit.

Wendy calmed down visibly.

“Now, relax, and listen to me…”

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Roger did a double take as the two men half dragged, half carried, the redhead over to where he and Chuck sat.

“Boss says the lady sits with you, and so do we.”

Roger looked at Chuck and quickly raised an eyebrow. This was not part of the plan, not that they knew enough about what to expect to have a concrete plan as it was, but neither of them had accounted for Rita and Luxana not being in the ring together.

They had sat and watched as a striking black woman, who was apparently considered the champion dismantle and abuse an Italian girl with frosted hair. Roger hated to think he thought in an terms of race but the first word that jumped into his mind was “panther” as the woman, LaShwanna he thought her name was, or something close, moved with fluid grace and power, striking her opponent at will until the woman was bloody and staggered, then moving in close and destroying her body until the woman was left spread eagled on the mat, then she finished her foe with knee strikes to the crotch until the Italian woman passed out from the agony. It was brutal, systematic, destruction.

As the attendants roused the loser and carried her from the ring, her state much like the redhead who was brought over to the two men, except Rita wasn’t covered in blood. The two goons cleared out a few more seats with just the glares of their eyes alone. Roger indicated he and Chuck wanted Rita in between the two of them, the gorillas could stay on the outside of the three of them.

As she slumped in the chair, Roger saw Chuck take most of Rita’s weight so Roger could be more focused on the upcoming fight. Her head lolled on her thin shoulders and her eyes looked at him, but went right through him.

He saw Mahlhausen standing by one of the gambling tables, he was smiling.

“Fucking set up”, he said so Chuck could hear. The big man nodded back, Roger swore Rita nodded as well, but he couldn’t really tell.

Then the lights went down.

The crowd went nuts as the emcee took up the mic on the side of the ring.

“FOR OUR FINAL MATCH TONIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU. THIS MATCH WILL BE A TWO ON TWO FIGHT TO THE FINISH. VICTORY ONLY WHEN BOTH MEMBERS OF ONE TEAM ARE KNOCKED OUT. NOW FIRST, IN THE BLUE CORNER, WITH A RECORD OF 0-1 WE HAVE WENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

Roger’s jaw dropped as he saw the little blonde make her way down to the ring. He realized now what had happened, and why Mahlhausen was smiling. The girl climbed into the ring and looked around nervously. Roger knew she had to be scared shitless, the last time he had seen her in the ring she had nearly been ruined for life. She leaned back in her corner; Roger thought she was scanning the crowd for somebody, perhaps even him.

But he also knew his wife, and he still had no fear. If Wendy could somehow pick him out of the crowd, she would see his supreme confidence.

“AND HER PARTNER, MAKING HER FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE RING TONIGHT, IT IS MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE, SVETLANA!”

Roger had no idea if it was coincidence they used Luxana’s friend from home or not, but he smiled at it all the same.

Roger saw his wife come down the aisle; she looked as beautiful as he had ever seen her. Her brown hair hanging past her shoulders and onto the silken robe she was wearing. She walked confidently and leisurely; taking her time, her eyes forward and cold. Luxana climbed into the ring and her eyes immediately went to Roger, Rita and Chuck. She walked over to the ropes and nodded curtly at them. Acknowledging Mahlhausen had held up at least this end of the bargain and there would be a fight after all. She then walked back over to Wendy, looked the blonde in the eyes, and smiled.

Roger could see Wendy smile back.

“THEIR OPPONENTS, IN THE RED CORNER, FIRST LET ME INTRODUCE TO YOU,WITH A RECORD OF 9-0 THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HERSELF, MARSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Roger picked out a tall woman walking down the aisle; her blonde hair was piled and styled like Farrah Fawcett in her Charlie’s Angels heyday, he could already see she was tanned and fit, with huge tits sticking almost out of her yellow robe. She bounced down to the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd, reveling in her sexiness. She slowly climbed into the ring, making a show of rubbing her pussy on the middle rope. As she made her way to her corner, she made a show of distain towards Luxana and Wendy, ending with an upturned middle finger and a pose with one hand on her hip. She smirked and began stretching in her corner.

“HER PARTNER TONIGHT, WITH A RECORD OF 17 WINS AND NO DEFEATS, SHE IS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP, YOU KNOW HER AND YOU LOVE HER, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DARK DESTROYER…DEBBBIEEEEE!”

Roger cringed. He had a feeling this would be happening. The Barbie Doll, he wasn’t worried about, but this woman was a merciless machine. She slowly walked down to the ring, basking in the crowd, the applause, the anticipation of another devastating victory. She had the look of a famished man at a buffet table on her face as she entered the ring, her curly brown hair still cut in her trademark short bob, just past her ears. She made a great show of ignoring Luxana and Wendy, as if they were beneath her. She sauntered to her corner and smirked at her partner.

“There’s no love lost there, that’s interesting.” Roger remarked to no one. He hoped it would give Luxana the edge she needed.

He watched as the ladies dropped their robes. They were all beautiful women, but he was still proud that his eyes went right to and appreciated the beauty of his wife the most. Her purple bikini and socks would have made him hard regardless, set off so well against the smooth porcelain of her skin, and to even outshine other beauties so well, his heart fairly burst for his gorgeous warrior.

Her partner still looked nervous, but her body was as fit as it could be considering it had just been destroyed a few weeks previous. She still wore her sky blue outfit well.

Their opponents couldn’t have been more different, Marsha had huge fake tits under her yellow bikini top that covered up her lack of definition in her abdominals, but her legs were long and fit and she had a wonderful ass. Her outfit left very little to the imagination and she made a show of bending over to make sure her socks were pulled up all the way, to the appreciation of the crowd. Debbie had no obvious standout features, but she was also solid as a rock with everything set well upon her frame. She had to look of somebody who was more interested in hurting her enemy than she was being a sex bomb and her black bikini and socks were functional rather than something the crowd would “ooh” and “ahh” over.

Wendy stood back in the corner, although there were no strict tag rules here, it appeared both teams nonverbally agreed they would start with one woman in the match from each. Debbie sneered and motioned for Marsha to start the match, as if this was all beneath her. Marsha said something back to the brunette that Roger couldn’t hear and started to get in her partner’s face over who would start, but then thought better of it and turned to face Luxana.

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“Stupid fucking bitches.”

Debbie Williams looked at the other women in the ring with her in utter contempt. The same blonde bimbo she had nearly murdered in her last match? Some fucking Russian novice? And her partner was no better, coddled by Mahlhausen because the crowd loved the Barbie Doll so much he couldn’t bear to see her destroyed by putting her in the ring with a real woman.

“Maybe after I beat those two to death, I’ll fuck her up for good measure.” She thought and smiled.

No way was she going to be the first in, there was no need until she could see what these novices did against Marsha. But the blonde thought she was going to be the star and stand and pose while Debbie did the hard work.

Fuck that.

Some women are just born to fight. From the cradle to the grave they like to beat up other women, men, whatever. Debbie was one of those women. In fact she and Janice Conrad would have had a lot to talk about in that regard. But while Debbie hated everybody, she had an almost sociopathic hatred of blondes.

All her life, whenever she was in any competition with a lighter haired girl, and how they loved to lord it over the brunette, their superiority, the fact that boys liked them better, she felt the need to not only win, but to dominate, to hurt. Those girls who got in her way, they got hurt. Be it face to face or when their back was turned, they all paid Debbie a price.

She had beaten dozens upon dozens of blonde bimbos and had never lost. Whenever she could, she would fuck the losers man right in front of her, it made her wet beyond belief to see one of those over privileged cunts beaten and bloody at her feet. All the anger she had at life, for not being born as wealthy as the other families in her neighborhood, for her father leaving her family when she was six, to the men who used to touch her when she couldn’t say “no”, she took it all out on them.

It was, she supposed, only a matter of time before she found Jason Mahlhausen. He had provided her with the optimal outlet for her savagery and even indulged her by feeding her novice blondes for her to destroy and humiliate. From her first match, when she had destroyed some fucking bimbo named Melody, yet had been turned down for sex by the spineless twerp the bitch was with, to rubbing her pussy on Wendy’s beaten face, she reveled in her role. She didn’t care she wasn’t the champion, leave that to LaShawnna, who gave a shit about it, she was the baddest and meanest bitch in the house, and she loved to show it.

These two, Mahlhausen had wanted her to be extra violent with for double her regular winnings. Debbie would have done that anyway, hell, she would have done it for free. But she wasn’t opposed to more money.

She stood in her corner and smiled evilly as that stupid slut Marsha went after the clumsy looking brunette whore in purple.

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“They are overconfident, let us be making them pay.”

Luxana whispered into Wendy’s ear and turned to meet the blonde who was advancing on her. She knew at least she had the element of surprise on her hands and she wanted to make the most of it. These two thought she was as much of a novice and a pushover as her partner, and it showed in the way Marsha was approaching her. Luxana played to her enemy, leaning back, putting a scared look onto her face, her nails out like she felt like a cornered cat.

She circled away from her opponent, towards one of the unoccupied corners. Marsha kept on coming forward.

“COME ON YOU CHICKEN SHIT CUNT, COME TAKE YOUR BEATING!”

Luxana kept the same frightened expression and moved back to her right as the blonde moved to cut her off.

“LOOK EVERYBODY, THE BABY IS SCARED TO FIGHT A REAL WOMAN!” Marsha played to the crowd. Then the blonde lunged in for the kill.

Luxana saw right through the move and stuck long enough to send a solid right jab and a quick left hook into the charging beauty before moving back out of the way towards her corner. Both punches hit home, the jab stopping Marsha in her tracks and the left crashing into the side of her face, sending her staggering towards the corner. She turned and helped the woman along with a swift kick to the ass, sending her face first between the barely padded turnbuckles to the steel post beyond. Marsha dropped to her knees in the corner and howled.

Luxana checked Debbie in her corner, content to stay put for now it seemed, and went after Marsha, untying her top and sending fists into the back of her head, bouncing it off the padding. Marsha twisted into a defensive posture on her back, leaning in the corner, hands up as Luxana sent lefts and rights into her already bloodied face. Luxana could tell this was the first time the bimbo had actually bled in a fight.

“You picked wrong fight to being in blondie.” She said through clenched teeth.

But Marsha wasn’t ready to just give up, and one of her panicked blows knifed into Luxana’s crotch, and the brunette backed up, holding herself.

Marsha wiped her face and seeing her hand already coming back red, she screeched in hate

“YOU FUCKING CUNT, YOU RUINED MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

She dove out of the corner like the Tasmanian Devil. Luxana had no choice but to try to weather the savage assault, but she was forced backwards and then to her knees by a wild looping right to her ribcage. Then the blonde was on top of her grabbing her by her hair and slamming her head into the canvas as hard as she could, punctuating each slam with a curse.

“YOU! FUCKING! PIECE! OF! SHIT! GONNA! HURT! YOU!”

Luxana’s eyes rolled back into her head and she had to fight to keep the lights at bay. The mat was very hard and Marsha was slamming her head on it for all she was worth. The blonde followed up her advantage by planting her pussy on Luxana’s chin and rubbing her clit on it while she punched the brunette in the face. Marsha reached back with one hand and tried to pull Luxana’s panties off as the trapped woman bucked and kicked, trying to keep her clothes on and get the blonde off of her.

As Marsha rubbed her clit on Luxana’s face, she bounced herself up and down on her chest on her throes of passion driving the breath from Luxana’s lungs.

“OOH SLUT, GOOD TO SEE YOU’RE GOOD FOR SOMETHING!” She all but moaned.

Luxana was grossed out by this but as Marsha got more into her sexual thrill she lessened up on the physical punishment and Luxana was able to time the roll of her body. With a mighty push of her legs, she went with the blonde and used her momentum to thrust her forward towards the ropes.

Marsha was shocked to be moving forward off her opponent, and she was even more shocked to see a sly blue sock coming straight for her face. Then stars replaced shock as everything went black and she fell throat first across the bottom rope.

Luxana struggled to her feet but halfway up she was met with a savage kick directly to her ribs. She rolled onto her back with a pained cry, holding her torso.
Debbie.

The brunette made a threatening move towards Wendy, who was kicking Marsha as she lay draped in the ropes. The little blonde flinched and slipped off the mat, falling to the floor. Debbie laughed and turned back to Luxana, who was on her side. Debbie dropped her knee into Luxana’s left side, and then sent a stabbing edge of her hand into Luxana’s armpit. Luxana tried to crawl away to get herself together, but the brunette gave her no chance, with viper swiftness, she lashed out with her muscular legs, wrapping them around Luxana’s left shoulder and neck.

Cinching it in tight, Debbie grabbed Luxana’s left arm and pulled it in the opposite direction.

[i]“OH MY LEFT ARM, NO, NOT AGAIN WITH THIS! DAMN YOU GOD!” [/i]

“NO WAY, DON’T EVEN BOTHER SUBMITTING. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO HEAR IT. I’M GONNA HURT YOU REAL FUCKING BAD BEFORE THIS IS OVER YOU ASSHOLE!”

To make matters worse for Luxana, Debbie reached over and grabbed her pussy through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. She twisted and Luxana gasped in pain.

Perhaps Debbie’s overenthusiasm to maim and maul Luxana’s private areas helped the Ukrainian beauty however, since from that angle her hold on the arm bar was weakened and thusly Luxana’s shoulder was spared even worse pain. But Luxana was dead trapped and she knew it, the only real option she had was to ride the pain until she had a better option. It took longer than she would have liked, but eventually, Debbie got greedy and reached down to get more of a grip on Luxana’s pussy. As she leaned in, Luxana got her left knee up enough to smash it into the side of Debbie’s head. She felt her enemy’s grip weaken and she rolled free, clutching her shoulder.

She saw out of the corner of her eye Wendy lunging across the ring to grab Marsha as the blonde was making her way over to help Debbie. She got her in the back of the knee and Marsha fell forward on her face. Wendy was immediately on her and the two blonde women began to roll on the canvas, ripping at each other’s hair.

Luxana got to her feet at roughly the same time as Debbie and the two of them went for each other, all tactics lost for the moment as they clashed in sheer hate, woman to woman. Hands went to hair and breasts, knees searched for openings to crotches or stomachs. Debbie even snuck her head in close and bit Luxana’s breasts as they spun around the ring.

They ended up falling over the thrashing blondes, Marsha had gotten on top and was starting to choke Wendy with one hand, the other ripping off her blue bikini briefs, taunting her “YOU STUPID LITTLE WHORE, YOU SHOULD JUST BE SUCKING COCK FOR A LIVING CUZ YOU’RE SHITTY AT THIS!”

As they fell over Wendy and Marsha, Luxana twisted her body so as to drive herself down on top of her enemy and she drove the air from Debbie as she landed. She used the moment it gave her to mount her opponent and pin her arms to her sides with her strong thighs. Luxana wasted no time in ripping off Debbies bra and turning on her shapely tits with a vengeance. Her fingers moved with ferocity and precision, knowing exactly the best way to hurt another woman. She kept Debbie off guard by sending the occasional fist or a slash of her nails to her unguarded face.

“You ugly bitch” she purred, “you having no idea who you fucking with, tonight no?”

*SMACK* right to the face, and Debbie’s nose began to run blood down the front of her face.

“Mahlhausen, he does not test you, no?”

She pulled Debbies nipples from her chest as far as she could. The woman cried out in agony.

“Well, tonight you will finding I am no outmatch...”

…And she never saw the yellow clad foot coming for her head until it was too late.

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Marsha had succeeded in turning Wendy on her back and had started choking the girl with one hand while with the other she ripped off the blonde’s tiny bikini bottoms with the other. While Luxana was tormenting Debbie, Marsha was just as focused on inflicting pain to Wendy. The young blonde girl was out-powered, out-experienced, and out-leveraged. All she could do was to slap her hands ineffectively against Marsha’s arms and her breasts. Eventually, the lighter haired blonde’s struggles began to weaken and her eyes welled with tears.

“Stop! Please!” she gasped out through the choke.

Marsha spit in her face.

“Not until I say so, cunt!”

She put two fingers into Wendy’s pussy and raked the nails along the inner walls, then straight out to twist and turn her clit while jabbing her other fingers into every area of Wendy’s abused snatch.

Finally, Wendy’s struggles ceased to the point where Marsha knew she had the little slut. She released her choke and pussy holds and stood up. She sent four vicious kicks into Wendy’s side and belly, laughing when the girl curled up on her side and just shook.

Marsha turned and saw to her shock the light haired brunette cunt had beaten Debbie down. She knew there was no way she wanted to fight the woman one on one as equals, so she loaded up her right leg and lashed out at the bitch’s head.

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Luxana fell to her side, seeing stars.

[i]“DAMN MYSELF, DAMNING TO MY STUPID SELF! I CANNOT BELIEVING FORGOT ABOUT THE BARBIE DOLL” [/i]

She rolled on her side, trying to cover herself, but Marsha was more interested at that moment in stripping her, her hands worked quickly and before she could stop the blonde, her purple bikini was removed and she was completely nude.

Working quickly, Marsha threw one of the leg holes of Luxana’s panties around her neck and cinched it in tight, putting the brunette in a harsh choke hold. She hopped on Luxana’s back and pulled back on the choke until her torso was off the ground. Reaching under Luxana’s chest the brutal blonde went after Luxana’s perfect breasts, paying special attention work over her nipples, doing the most vile and painful things she could to hurt Luxana while she choked her down.

As she rode Luxana from behind, Debbie, who had gotten her wits together and was completely embarrassed at having to scream in pain in front of HER audience, be stripped naked and bleed all over herself, came in like a hellfire missile and her hands went to work on Luxana’s lower back, ass and whatever parts of her pussy Debbie could get to.

“Hey, let’s turn her over and have some fun on the front side!” Debbie yelled to her partner.

Marsha nodded.

“I got an idea.’ Debbie snickered.

They rolled Luxana over and Debbie said “Let me have her!”

She pulled Luxana to her feet by her hair.

“HEY YOU FUCKING SLUT WHORE CUNT BITCH TWAT SUCKER! YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING BEAT ME! FUCK YOU!”

And she pulled Luxana down by her hair so she fell across Debbies knee in a vicious backbreaker.

Luxana gasped audibly and whimpered in agony.

“Marsha, grab her panties bitch! Leave the one end around her neck!”

The blonde did so.

“Wrap the other around her leg there, if she moves the cunt will choke herself!”

Marsha smiled wickedly as she did just that.

Then, as Debbie held Luxana across her knee, the long haired blonde woman pounded Luxana in the stomach, tits and face. Debbie moved her hand to Luxana’s groin and sliced and diced her with her nails there. Luxana had begun to bleed from her womanly parts. She could only gasp and gag and pound her purple socks to the mat.

[i]“FUCK, THEY ARE KILLING TO ME! THIS CANNOT BE HOW THIS ENDS! NO! NOT TO THESE TWO! NOT WITH RITA ON THE LINE! PLEASE JUST BE LETTING ME HANG ON! OH PLEASE!”[/i]

Luxana knew she had been through worse, but she knew it was only a matter of degrees.

She didn’t waste her energy struggling when she knew she had no way out. That way led to her being exhausted and broken. She was going to have to take this for as long as she could and wait for an opening.

It seemed like a lot longer than it really was she supposed, thankfully, she moved her body so she didn’t choke herself out, but when one is being ripped apart by two wild dogs, a moment lasts a lifetime.

She had closed her eyes as she lay there supine over Debbie’s knee, it was better not to have to look at the smiling faces of one’s destroyers too much, she knew.
But the next thing she knew, she was tossed across the ring, rolled over twice, and came to rest on her side. She was dimply aware of a commotion but she knew it was wiser to focus on getting her head back together as it was to know what was happening there at that moment.

When she opened her eyes she saw the strangest thing…

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Wendy Sheppard had been beaten enough by life. And lying there flat on her back having been choked out and destroyed both mentally and physically she was about to give up and just die. She was sick of it, sick of the abuse, the pain, of being used and thrown away by life.

She felt like if she let herself just lay here and quit, it would be over for her. If there was any chance and hope for Wendy to break the downward spiral she suddenly knew it was now.

She had to fight, she had to be mean, vicious, to hurt like she had been hurt.

For her partner, who was taking an inhuman beating a few feet from where Wendy lay, but would still not give up, for her daughter, being babysat by her neighbor, a sweet middle aged black woman, in a roach motel walkup in a part of Manhattan that wasn’t the best…but also…for HER.

Wendy shook the cobwebs out, and when she stopped, the flame was still lit inside her.

She wiped her hand across her face; it came back smeared with blood. She looked down at her naked body, for the second time here in this filthy warehouse it had been bloodied and battered. She could already see the bruises that would be forming on her fair skin later.

Wendy took a deep breath and centered herself. Then she went for Marsha, coming in with a liquid smoothness, aiming for her lower spine and kidneys with her left leg while the blonde was on her knees clawing at Luxana’s stomach and tits.

Marsha never even saw her coming. Wendy saw her enemy crumple and to her side cry out in pain, then she dove for Debbie’s face, leading with her shoulder. She connected with a solid *THA-CLICK* straight into the brunettes jaw, mashing Debbie’s lips back into her teeth and whiplashing her head backwards. Debbie was somersaulted across the ring and Luxana was thrown to one side, spinning to rest near the ropes.

Wendy knew she had to move fast and she had to hurt these bitches. She may not have been a born warrior like her partner, but she was not stupid in the least and her self-preservation instinct had kicked in at full throttle. She turned to Marsha, who was rising and growling at her.

“YOU LITTLE WHORE, YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYE…”

Her eyes went wide as Wendy took the offensive and kicked her in the face. Then quickly to her ribs, belly and she wound up and sent the hardest sky blue sock she could into her pussy.

“Wannabe Farrah Fawcett cunt, stay down!” she screamed at Marsha, who was holding her pussy in a state beyond agony and turning a whitish shade of green. Then she turned for Debbie. Seeing the brunette unsteadily trying to make it to her knees and holding her bloody mouth, Wendy wound up and nailed her in the head with a looping right hook. Debbie twisted and fell backwards to her left landing on her hands and knees, blood and spittle falling to the mat from her face.

Wendy leapt on her and drove her hated enemy’s face to the mat, then she grabbed her by the hair and dragged the brunette near the far corner. She wrapped

Debbie’s body in the ropes as best she could, and with the woman slumped in the corner, she went to work on her.

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Luxana had to do a double take. As she leaned up on one hand she swore she saw Marsha lying on her side, keening in pain and holding her crotch, while in the corner, the little blonde girl had Debbie tied up between the two bottom ropes, and was at the moment ripping a handful of pubic hair from Debbie’s nether regions.

Luxana smiled, the little one had heart to come back from the beating she had absorbed.

The brunette beauty made it to her feet, and then made her way over to the writhing Marsha. She timed her blow right and knifed her foot into the woman’s gut, and was rewarding with a strangled *WHOOACCCK* and Marsha looked at her with eyes wide as full moons, brimming with tears of pain.

Luxana grabbed the slut by her long, bloody, blonde hair and kneed her square in the face, once, twice. She could feel Marsha’s nose break and heard the bitch emit a moaning snuffle. Luxana grabbed her by the arm and wrapped her legs around the woman in a standing head scissors.

Marsha moaned loudly.

She checked over her shoulder to make sure Wendy still had Debbie occupied. She nodded, seeing the blonde absolutely flipping out on the brunette, punching and kicking her without abandon. Screaming obscenities at her with a voice Luxana never thought could come from the shy little blonde girl.

Luxana made sure her grip was solid and said “So Charlie Angel Barbie Doll, you don’t like the fight one on one with me do you? You like to dish it out, but you cry when you have to take it. You are nothing but, how they say, press and pin! NOW SCREAM FOR ME SLUT!”

And she fell to her side, slamming the blondes head to the mat and cinching in both her armbar and her head scissors.

Marsha’s shrieks filled the noisy warehouse, they were clear even over the screaming crowd, who was whipped into a blood frenzy.

When the blonde could form words she was contrite.

“OH PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOP HURTING ME, I QUIT, I QUIT, OH PLEASE! I SUBMIT, YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, YOU’RE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

Luxana was having nothing of it.

“Shut up slut, I have not hurt you enough to submit, and I am knowing there are no submissions here anyway, there is only PAIN.”

She tightened up harder, almost enough to rip Marsha’s arm from its socket.

“You would have tortured me and my partner to death if you could. You are just a bully and I’m going to teach you lesson!”

She worked the hold for all she was worth, her legs wrapped around the blonde bitch’s head, thighs squashing her right side, her lower legs around the blonde’s throat.

Marsha was sobbing her submission in a voice with less and less strength.

Finally, Luxana let her go, and the blonde bitch flopped to the mat, holding her arm and gagging for air.

She turned just as Debbie in a move of sheer desperation kicked upward and caught Wendy directly in her pussy. Then she kicked out, knocking the blonde away.

Luxana lunged for her as the short haired brunette slithered out of the ropes and outside the ring, missing by inches.

She went to Wendy quickly and made sure her partner was OK. The blonde nodded and said “let’s go get that bitch!”

Luxana motioned for Wendy to take the left side and she went out the right side, coming up on the slowly rising Debbie in a double attack.

The brunette realized her predicament and ran for one of the pathways, the one Luxana remembered led towards the exit. It was closer to Wendy’s side and the girl was in hot pursuit.

Until Debbie stopped and in a fluid motion grabbed an empty chair from next to the aisle and swung it in a short and compact motion, catching Wendy in the upper body, mostly right on her tits and head.

Wendy staggered backwards and before Luxana could get to them, Wendy swung a big looping blow that knocked the blonde to the concrete floor.

She dropped the chair and ran for the ring. Luxana stopped to attend to Wendy quickly. Her partner was lying on the floor of the warehouse and looked out of it.

“Wendy! Are you in there!”

The girl focused and nodded. “I’m fine Luxana, go get her before Marsha…” and she motioned for Luxana to get moving.

Luxana quickly found Roger in the crowd and smiled for him, and then she made for the ring. She got up on the apron and saw Debbie had gotten behind Marsha on the other side of the ring as she tried to rouse the woman. Marsha didn’t look too well for the wear, and visibly tensed as she saw Luxana get into the ring.

Luxana looked at Debbie and beckoned her over.

“COME ON BULLY CHICKEN. YOU WANT PICK ON ME?”

Debbie kicked Marsha and said “Get the fuck up and get my back you stupid bimbo!”

Marsha glared at the brunette and made it to one knee.

Debbie then found her courage and went to face Luxana. They circled each other, naked and bloody, unholy sisters in punishment, squaring off and nobody else mattered at that time, not Rita, not Mahlhausen, not Roger, not Wendy and Marsha.

Luxana’s hand flicked out and slapped Debbie across the face. The darker haired brunette woman moved back and, for probably the first time in her life, fear crossed her brown eyes.

Luxana fented right and came low with a left, loving the feel as it slammed into Debbies ribs. The brunette gasped and stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide.

Luxana fired off a giant right hook, aiming to knock the goddamn bitch off her feet.

Her right foot planted in a slick of blood on the mat, and she fell into a complete split. Luxana winced as the sharp pain went up the insides of her thighs.

Then she felt even worse as Debbie sent a knee into her face, knocking her on her back. Luxana saw stars and felt fresh blood run from her nose down to her mouth.

She could hear her enemy taunting her from above, but she wasn’t worried about words.

What she was worried about was what happened next as Debbie picked up her left leg, then stomped her in the lower belly and pubic area, then she wrapped her legs into a figure for leg-lock and dropped. As she hit the canvas, she locked her other leg into place and reeled back for all it was worth.

Luxana’s legs felt like they were going to break in half, literally. She tried to work her way over to her side to lessen the hold. But Debbie had a wide base on her hips, and was hard to turn. Luxana flopped back onto the mat, trying to find some sort of escape from her pain, but she was having no luck.

[i]“TO FUCKING SLIP IN BLOOD? WHAT JOKING WAS THAT? OOOOOHHHH, IT HURTS, THIS MATCH, I CANNOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF HAVING THIS PAIN!” [/i]

As she lay on her back, her hands clawing at the mat, she saw Wendy get in to the ring behind her obstinately to assist her, but instead, she had to deal with Marsha, who had decided to get involved with smaller prey.

Luxana saw Wendy square off with the bigger blonde, and her sheer ferocity started moving the bigger woman back towards a corner, out of Luxana’s line of vision.

But Luxana had other things to worry about; Wendy would have to fend for herself.

Luxana had faith in the girl.

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Debbie rocked back and forth in the leg lock, she didn’t care a whit if she actually did break this goddamn fucking bitches legs

She was PISSED.

Nobody, FUCKING NOBODY, made her hurt like that. Made her bleed like that.

And NOBODY made her feel scared inside. Made her fear pain like she was a little girl again.

Who the fuck WAS this fucking foreign bitch?

But she was gonna pay now.

Fuck Mahlhausen, she’d have done this for free. And fuck Mahlhausen. She had spotted the bitch making eyes at a man in the crowd. Her husband? Boyfriend? Debbie
didn’t care. Guy was hot, looked in his mid 30’s. She’d fuck his brains out tonight and if Mahlhausen didn’t like it, tough shit.

Hell, she’d fuck the black dude he was sitting with for good measure.

She poured on the pressure. She knew her legs were iron-strong, all those long mornings of ten mile runs had paid off. She leaned back, asking the slut if she wanted to submit.

She didn’t expect her to do so, and she wasn’t disappointed.

It wouldn’t have mattered, no way could she take a submission from this cunt, she was, in fact, going to take GREAT pleasure in knocking the bitch the fuck out.

But first…

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Wendy backed the taller woman into the corner. She wasn’t afraid anymore, and in her confidence, she found energy, energy her battered opponent couldn’t measure.

Both blondes were utter messes of blood and bruises. Their hair had patches of red in the front and sides where bloody hands had touched it previously. Both girls had suffered scratches deep enough on their tits to bleed openly, and their nipples had been twisted beyond all comprehension. Both had endured a ridiculous amount of punishment to the pussy, and there were painful cuts there as well…

But Wendy the sacrificial lamb was FEELIN IT.

She got the cringing woman into the corner and sent her blue sock clad foot into the Marsha’s belly and face, after a few kicks, the once beautiful blonde could just lie there with her head on the second turnbuckle, her legs splayed out in front of her.

Wendy pointed down at Marsha and said “BITCH, I’M THE BADDEST BLONDE IN THIS RING TONIGHT, AND I’LL SHOW YOU I GOT THE BADDEST LEGS TOO!”

She climbed on the second rope and locked her thighs around Marsha’s head and squeezed, using the middle and bottom ropes to hold her legs in tight. She was so turned on by her newfound strength that she began to rub her pussy all over Marsha’s sobbing face.

It felt SO GOOD! It had been years since Wendy had felt anywhere near this good.

Although she wanted this fight to be over as fast as possible, she also never wanted it to end.

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Luxana was in a world of shit.

And then Debbie reached forward, and, showing insane amounts of flexibility, grabbed Luxana’s small thatch of pubic hair and pulled backwards, rocking into the figure four again.

She did it again, this time mangling Luxana’s whole pussy.

The Ukrainian beauty lost her voice the pain was so great.

Back and forth she went, riding the leg lock while inflicting various wounds on Luxana’s body. Once Luxana knew her legs were not going to break, she could deal with the agony, but just barely.

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“OOHH YES! OOOH YES! OOOH YES! OH FUCK AAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Wendy’s reverie was unfortunately interrupted. It seemed Marsha still had some fight in her; either that or she just couldn’t bear the thought of being face fucked by her blonde opponent. Either way, she found it within herself to bite down on Wendy’s snatch as hard as she could.

Wendy suddenly could think of nothing else than to get the fuck away from Marsha, but the bitch wasn’t letting go. She had to resort to smashing the woman in the face until she released her bite, and Wendy staggered away from the corner.

But she had the wherewithal to note her partner needed her. Luxana had been in that leglock so long…so despite her pain she kicked Debbie right in the fucking temple.
She felt thankful to see Debbie’s legs fly open and her partner roll free. But as she turned around to look for Marsha, she was hit in the stomach with a shoulderblock as
Marsha crashed into her in a tackle Ray Lewis would have been proud of.

They rolled around on the canvas, but Marsha’s weight and height gave her and advantage here, plus, Wendy was struggling to get air into her body after the tackle.

Soon, Marsha was on top of the little blonde and working her over with a face claw and taunting her.

“HEY SLUT, YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD BEAT ME! YOU FUCKING SUCK WENDY, YOU SUCK AT LIFE! YEAH I KNOW YOU, NOBODY LOVES YOU, DO THEY? THAT’S CUZ YOU PROBABLY SUCK IN BED THE SAME WAY YOU SUCK IN THE RING YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

She pounded Wendy’s head on the mat until Wendy’s movements, slowed, then she slapped the bitch silly to humiliate her. As Wendy laid there stunned, Marsha got to her feet and hauled Wendy’s little body with her, standing her up.

Bracing her on her good shoulder, Marsha hauled Wendy up in the air.

She walked her over to the ring ropes.

Wendy had an all too vivid memory of what happened when Debbie had done this to her, and she squirmed in the blondes grasp. Thankfully for Wendy’s poor pussy,

Marsha lost her balance a little, and in doing so, she dropped Wendy away from the ring ropes.

Unfortunately for Wendy, she dropped her on the concrete floor.

Wendy hit the floor hard, her ankle going out underneath her. Thankfully, it didn’t break, but she was still stunned. Marsha made her way out of the ring though, and dropped both knees straight down on the girl from the apron, squashing her to the floor. Wendy rolled onto her back, the air knocked out of her.

Marsha smiled and mounted her again.

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Luxana was grateful beyond compare to be freed of the leg lock, but her legs still felt like rubber and she was having severe problems getting to her feet. She made it to the ropes and started to pull herself up as Debbie regained her senses and came for her.

Luxana guessed right though, and as the big bitch reached for her, she ducked down and slid a hand-edge into her lower belly, then into her crotch. Debbie dropped to her knees, holding herself, groaning. Luxana used some of her last energy reserves to head butt the brunette in the forehead. Debbie’s eyes crossed, and she fell to her back.

Luxana grabbed the woman’s heels and folded her in half. She dove across the brunette and nailed her in a matchbook pin. As she pressed Debbie, she wrapped both hands around her neck and began to choke her savagely, throttling the woman and slamming her head into the mat. She even ground her own pubic area onto Debbie’s clit, grinding it into her public bone.

She knew Debbie was caught, and if she could just hold on, she could choke her out. She gritted her teeth and bore down on the pinned woman. Sweat and blood ran from her face and dripped on Debbie’s pain filled, gagging face. Every atom in her body was trying to all but force the other brunette through the mat.

And then she was rolling and landing on her back.
[i]
“What the FUCK was that?”[/i]

Her eyes cleared and she saw Marsha had stopped beating on Wendy outside the ring long enough to climb up onto the apron outside of the ropes. She had lashed out with her left hand and caught Luxana, focused on taking Debbie out, right on the sweet spot.

Luxana heard Marsha tell Debbie “Get her and take care of her you fucking cow! I got this outside!”

Then the blonde was pulled onto her butt on the side of the ring as Wendy, still not giving up, grabbed her ankle and pulled her down. Luxana saw the bigger blonde kick Wendy away with her feet and then jump down and advance on the woman.

The next thing she saw was Debbie lunging at her in desperation, her hands clenched into a double fist.

Then her air was knocked out of her as the fist hit her right in her solar plexus.

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Debbie was so wiped out she could barely work up the energy to verbally abuse Luxana.
[i]
“Got to finish this now. This fuckin Eurotrash is impossible.”[/i]

“WILL! YOU! JUST! FUCKIN! DIE! ALREADY!”

With each word, she hammered a blow into the woman’s stomach and lower belly.

Luxana just looked at her in hate through her glassy eyes, her mouth working, trying to get air into herself.

“GODDAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING, WHORE, SLUT, CUNT!”

In exasperation, she stood and pulled Luxana to her feet by her hair. She walked the staggering woman over to the ropes, facing where Marsha was rolling about on the concrete with Wendy. The taller, darker haired blonde was getting the better of her game, but outmatched, foe; landing more telling blows.

Debbie smiled, that stupid blonde cunt should have been put down ages ago. (Although with Debbie, the thought equally applied to Marsha as well)

She laid Luxana’s throat across the middle rope and braced it with her knee, then she worked the top rope so that the barely struggling woman was tied up in the ropes as if it were a stockade from the colonial days.

“Got you now you bitch! Got you! Now, I take you the fuck out!” and she stuck her tongue into Luxana’s ear to humiliate the woman and let her know how decisive her loss was.

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As Luxana lay tied up in the ropes her anguish was doubled seeing Marsha working over poor Wendy in front of her outside the ring. The taller blonde had mounted

Wendy and sat on her in a reverse posture, pounding her fists into the girl’s belly. Wendy could do nothing except claw ineffectively at her ass and pound her sock clad feet on the concrete of the floor.

[i]“My fault. Again, I am so sorry little one, you tried.” [/i]

She gasped as Debbie raked her sharp nails down her back and finished by attacking her shapely butt as she lay defenseless in the ropes. Through her sweaty hair in front of her face Luxana grimaced and took the pain. Marsha looked right at her and smiled through her bloody mouth.

“HEY SLUT, NOW I PUT YOUR LITTLE CUNT FRIEND TO SLEEP AND WE’RE GONNA FUCK YOU UP BEYOND REPAIR!”

Luxana heard Debbie laughing behind her as Marsha drove a double fisted blow into Wendy’s pussy, then pulled on the poor girl’s clit for good measure as she pulled her hands away. Wendy screamed in agony than started loudly sobbing as Marsha attacked her stretched clit with the nails of her other hand. Luxana felt Debbie’s hot breath in her ear just before incredible pain erupted as the brunette dug herself into Luxana’s breasts and vagina.

“Uh huh, stupid foreign bitch, they told me to hurt you bad, but you know what, I’d fuck you up just because I want to. That blonde guy your man over there? Tell him you’re gonna have to adopt now. Hell, I think I’ll go fuck him for you. He could use an upgrade, I think, and you’re not gonna be in any shape to please him.”

Luxana tried to turn in the ropes, “Fucking to you bitch, do your worst, I do not fear you.”

Outside the ring, Marsha had lifted Wendy to her feet and the beaten blonde swayed in her conquerors grip. Marsha turned the girl around to display her to the cheering crowd, naked except for her sky blue knee socks, Marsha reached out and grabbed Wendy’s right tit in one hand and her pussy in the other, she screamed

“Say goodnight you little bimbo!” and with some effort, she lifted Wendy off the floor by her tit and pussy and braced the girl behind her neck. There was a wooden table in front of them where the bellkeeper, the person who was serving as what passed for a referee, and the emcee sat. Not one of the cheap plywood ones, but a somewhat solid piece. With Wendy draped over her shoulders, Marsha took a two step start and drove the blondes head down into the table, smashing the hard wood in half. Marsha landed on top of Wendy in the wreckage. Luxana could see the little blonde was out like a light and possibly worse, she just lay there folded in the table, limp, her eyes closed. Another big cut had opened at her hairline and blood was running down the front of her unresponding face.

Marsha grabbed Wendy’s pussy and pulled it so hard the blonde girl’s body was pulled off the bottom of the table and folded over even more. When the woman did not even groan in response, the long haired blonde just laughed and said “ONE SKANK DOWN, ONE TO GO!” She let Wendy collapse back to the table and made her way over to where Luxana was tied up in the ropes, still being assaulted from behind by Debbie. She punched Luxana square in the face twice and climbed back into the ring.

The two women proceeded to beat Luxana within an inch of her life.

They started out by each of them grabbing one of Luxana’s gorgeous legs and pulling them apart into a painful “Y”. The brunette beauty felt like she was a wishbone and was afraid one or both of her legs would pop out of its joint or the inside muscles of her thighs would just shred like slow cooked meat. She let loose a moan of pain that turned into a long bloodcurdling wail as when they had it at its apex of pain, both the women took turns kicking her in the pussy. After a couple minutes of this torture they let her legs drop to the mat. Then they pounded on her back and kicked and smacked Luxana in the ass, just beating on her with everything they had. Sending even more kicks into her sides.

Luxana felt her ribs start to give again, on both sides. She was sure they were going to be bruised for months, and she prayed they wouldn’t give way; the cracked ribs she had suffered against Janice were every bit as bad as her separated shoulders against Monique.

She felt a sort of blessed relief as she felt the bitches untie her from the ropes. If nothing else, at least she didn’t have to look at poor devastated Wendy, lying there folded in half on a broken table (ALLMYFAULTOHALLMYFAULT). She felt one of them clench her arms behind her back, she discovered it was Marsha when her voice appeared in her ear telling her what a worthless foreign slut she was and how much Marsha was going to love hurting her.

[i](The same old shit I am hearing.)[/i]

She opened her eyes and saw Debbie sneering at her behind raised fists.

“NOW I BEAT YOU TO DEATH AND FUCK YOUR STUD YOU ASSHOLE.”

[i](Yes, the same old shit.)[/i]

She saw Debbie’s hands coming for her tits, nails out like tiny swords.

She dove.

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“My GOD Roger, she’s going to die in there!”

Roger sighed. He hated this. She was his everything, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and it was his fate in life to see her beaten as far as her endurance would hold her on what seemed to be a regular basis.

He knew she was going to win, but he still hated this.

“Calm down Chuck.” He said to his friend’s ear, leaning around Rita’s back. The redhead was slumped in the chair, half conscious. She knew where she was, but she was incommunicado. “I got a feeling at the end of this these goons are gonna be asking for our autographs!”

Chuck nodded slowly. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing in there, cuz it looks to me that girl is getting beaten to the grave my man.”

“I hope so to Chuck, but she’s never failed me yet, and I just can’t see these two getting the best of my girl!”

He grimaced as Debbie landed a particularly fierce blow to Luxana’s belly but as he looked down, he could swear he saw Rita smile at him through her dope haze.

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Down she went.
[i]
“It is like swimming.”

“The water is yourself.”

“Ah but the toll this takes.”

“It is a heavy price.”[/i]

Luxana was never sure where these inward journeys away from the pain would take her. Sometimes she simply hovered in the watery place between conscious thought and darkness, other times

[i](“MOMMA! CREATOR!”)
[/i]
She what?

Hallucinated?

Went down some wormhole of the mind?

The only thing Luxana was sure of was that being in her right mind right now would have driven her mad with pain. So mad she would either submit or pass out. She knew the two bitches were pounding her body into a mess right now. She could feel Debbie striking her over and over in her stomach, her tits and her crotch while Marsha held her arms behind her back. Every inch of skin was black and blue. For minutes this went on, whole minutes. Marsha was running nonstop verbal abuse into her ear, disparaging her looks, her heritage, her intelligence, saying how she was going to be the one fucking Roger tonight.

Then, at last she felt Debbie tiring of using her as a human punching bag, her punches losing steam and frequency. Luxana heard her tell the blonde to go out and check on Wendy, and also to bring the little blonde back into the ring for the pin.

The Ukrainian beauty felt herself falling, then the canvas on the side of her face. If felt…cool.

She felt Debbie grab her by the hair and drag her so she was in whatever position the woman wanted. She heard her enemy saying this was it, the fight was over.

Luxana felt no pain or humiliation from this. She was dispassionate in her mental cocoon.

But then she was alone.

She knew Debbie had left her, and if she wanted to win this fight, now was the time for action.

She went back into herself.

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Debbie was starting to worry a little that this goddamn brunette bitch hadn’t submitted or passed out yet. She knew that since the piece of shit wasn’t blonde she might put up a little fight, but the woman had hurt Debbie in ways she had never been hurt before.

She had made her bleed…from her face, her tits, AND from her pussy!

Oh, she was gonna rape this skank’s man right there in the front row if she had to.

She stood over top of the semiconscious woman. Looking down at her with hate and frustration, she had pounded every single part of her body with everything she had. Dozens upon dozens of hammer blows to her belly, her pussy, her face, tits, torso…and she STILL would not quit. Even now, lying there on her back her nose and mouth sending red down the front of her chest, her tits scratched and bleeding from ten/twenty wounds, the inside of her thighs smeared with red.

Normally, she’d rub her pussy all over this cunts face until she came, but even though she was sopping, she was tired, and she had a feeling this one would bite off her goddamn labia if she pushed it right now. Better to just knock her out and get this shit over with.

She had sent the Barbie doll out to get the little whore from where she had deposited her earlier. That got her out of the way while Debbie took the REAL finish of this fight for herself.

Frankly she was going to knock the stupid blonde the fuck out as soon as they were declared the winner. It was bad enough having to be teamed with her in the first place. She didn’t get to share Debbie’s glory.

She left Luxana lying there in perfect position, then she went to climb the ring post to finish the piece of shit off with style.

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[i]“OH, OH FUCK THE HURT, IS NOTHING BROKEN? NO? OH I STILL…MY POOR BODY.”
[/i]
As Luxana lay there on her back, listening to her enemies gloat, she took a second to bring herself back from the edge. She managed to open her eyes and saw Debbie climbing to the top turnbuckle in the corner. As the brunette reached the top, Luxana found her muscle control and rolled over, starting to rise. She knew it was going to be too late to stop Debbie from attacking her from above though, and she tensed for the impact that would probably knock her out. She made it to her knees and saw her deadly enemy giving her the finger from above.
[i]
“Too late! Oh Rita…I am so sorry. I have failed you. Fucking to me.”[/i]

But her eyes widened in shock as she saw Wendy, left for dead in the splinters of the shattered table, claw her way onto the outside part of the ring, and reach out with desperation as Debbie tensed to leap. She wrapped her hand around the black clad foot and pulled with what she had.

It was enough.

Debbie staggered backwards and fell straight down; the metal holding the ring together going straight between her labia and smashing her clit to her pubic bone. Her mouth went to an “O” of absolute agony.

Marsha had seen Luxana start to rise and had been circling the ring to come in behind Luxana instead of going straight for Wendy, but now, too late, she changed direction and headed for Wendy. But the damage had been done to Debbie. She sat on the top turnbuckle grabbing herself. Luxana got to her feet and leapt into the corner, grabbing the top rope on both sides of the post, she shot her knees up as far as she could and was rewarded as they met Debbies face as the brunette leaned forward. Luxana could feel the bitch’s nose mash to a pulp and her left cheekbone crack. She smiled through her bloody mouth as she saw Debbie’s eyes roll back and she began to fall forward, finished.

But Luxana wasn’t done; she knew she had to make SURE this one would not rise again. She climbed to the top rope, braced Debbie’s broken body, and wrapped her arm around Debbie’s head.

She looked down to make sure Marsha wasn’t coming for her, and smiled as she saw Wendy trip the blonde with a drop leg takedown and leap onto her back, her left hand ripping at the blondes already ravaged pussy, her right smashing the woman in the side of the head with everything she had.

Luxana could hear her partner screaming curses at the other blonde as she grabbed her long hair and switched from punching to smashing the woman’s face into the concrete. She could hear Marsha wailing in agony, then “PLEASE STOP, I QUIT, PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.” Her last cry becoming almost liquid as her mouth filled with blood.

Luxana felt Debbie start to squirm under her, becoming aware of her predicament. She knew it was time to end this. She threw herself backwards as hard as she could, pulling Debbie back with her in a DDT from the top rope. As they flew through space she had enough time for one fleeting thought “Thank you for helping me save my friend creator, but now, I beg you, let me be lover, not fighter, please.”, then her back slammed into the mat, but more importantly, Debbie’s head slammed into the mat as well.

Luxana felt her enemy go completely limp in her arm.

She rolled away from Debbie and saw the bitch lying there, face first on the mat. A small amount of blood was starting to stain the already battered mat further, running from her face and her pussy. She prodded the bitch with her toe. Debbie did not even flinch.

She smiled broadly as she saw little Wendy, her brave and battered partner in war, throw the blubbering Marsha into the ring and roll her across the canvas.

Luxana found Roger and Chuck in the crowd.

“GET READY!” She mouthed at them. Then she said the same to Wendy. The words meant different things to each of them.

Luxana grabbed Marsha by her long dark blonde hair, now more red than blonde, and dragged her over to the prostate Debbie on her hands and knees. She kneed the woman in the head, stunning her and was shocked to see Wendy savagely attack the blonde’s pussy again, pulling a couple handfuls of pubic hair from the woman’s already mostly balded bush.

“Ok Wendy, stop. Let us end this.” Luxana said quietly.

The blonde bared her teeth at Luxana in her nearly uncontrolled rage, and then she visibly relaxed and nodded.

Luxana reached down and pulled Marsha up, inverting her. She was straddling Debbie’s body. The brunette was starting to make noises like she was coming around, but Wendy, the little blonde now turned into savage pit bull, dropped a knee into her face as she lay on her back, sending her back to dreamland.

But not for long, as Luxana held Marsha upside down between her legs for all the crowd to see, then she jumped and drove Marsha’s head downwards…directly onto Debbie’s already smashed clit and pussy.

The crowd audibly inhaled at the sheer savage violence of the move.

Debbie came to with an atomic blast of agony in her groin that eclipsed anything else she had ever felt and she knew she was finished. She just lay there in agony, her pussy mashed, her tits shredded and her face busted to a pulp. Whatever further her conquerors wanted to do to her, she was broken and helpless to avoid it. Marsha wasn’t even that lucky, the concussion of her head to the mat after it smashed off Debbie’s pussy had flat out knocked her cold. She just lay face first on the mat, blood starting to pool from her pussy and face as well.

Luxana made it to her feet and placed a stained purple sock on Debbie’s face, and motioned for Wendy to do the same for Marsha. The blonde rubbed her blue clad foot on the back of Marsha’s matted hair.

“DO NOT MOVE YOU FUCKING CUNT PIG OR I WILL RUIN YOU FOR LIFE!” She pointed down at Debbie, who just looked back at her with a face of utter defeat.

“COUNT!” she snarled to the official who had climbed into the ring.

The man rang up what was a completely perfunctory ten count. The crowd joined in, louder and louder with each number, when they hit “TEN” the entire place EXPLODED!

Luxana looked at Wendy, and then picked Mahlhausen out of the crowd. He was moving and she knew they had to get going, and fast.

“WENDY, WITH ME, WE ARE LEAVING, COME, TRUST ME!”

The blonde looked at her and then she began to focus, she nodded, not quite knowing what she needed to get away from so fast while naked and bleeding profusely, but she had such faith in her partner that when Luxana told her something, she did so.

Luxana grabbed her by the hand and they raced for the exit.

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Normally, Roger would have been celebrating one of the love of his life’s most incredible wins, but he and Chuck knew they had a job to do.

They could celebrate later. They still had to get the fuck out of here.

Fortunately, thanks to contacts Chuck had in God knows what department of nasty little toys from his military days, they were far from defenseless. The two pens inside his jacket pocket for example, no problem getting them in past what they were sure was going to be a patdown: as Luxana lifted Marsha’s broken body for the final piledriver, he quickly pulled the top on the blue one and pressed down on what one would think was the inkpen. Chuck told him this would summon help within five minutes. They were sure to be watching the big man closer than Roger, so Chuck had left it to him.

He watched as the “referee” began counting out the losers in the middle of the ring.

Then, everything began moving fast. He saw Mahlhausen moving on the other side of the ring, he had had to keep one eye on the slimy fucker the whole time, the man was moving fast, towards some apes caddy corner to where Roger was sitting.

The little bastard had been so supremely confident in his girls he hadn’t believed he had lost till the end.

It was all the time Roger and Chuck needed.

As the crowd uproariously hit “TEN!” He and Chuck reached into their jackets and produced the red pen. As the place exploded, Roger saw Mahlhausen and his goons moving for them. He jammed the end of the red pen into the hand of the shocked gorilla next to him and with his thumb, connected the metal holder at the top to the metal inside.

Ah military issue, Uncle Sam’s finest shit, man.

The guy dropped like he had been shot as the strongest stealth electroshock weapon in the world let loose on him.

Roger saw out of the corner of his eye Chuck had done the same. They had discussed this before going in; of course, all of them had decided it was stupid and foolish to trust Mahlhausen at his word and having some sort of backup was essential. Roger had been glad Chuck had figured out his comment about “signing autographs” earlier.

He turned to pick up Rita, but the redhead was already moving.

“Get the fuck going! Fuckin move it!” she grabbed HIM by the hand and made for the exit.

They all made it to the passage that led to the exit at once. Roger had to drop another of Mahlhausen’s ape’s at the corner as the man reached for Luxana, and they all ran towards where they knew the exit was, Roger taking point, Luxana, Rita, and Wendy staggering along in the middle, and the big mass of Chuck at the end.

Mahlhausen and his men hot on their tail, the surging chaos of the crowd only holding them up a little. They were gaining fast because the girls couldn’t run well with all their afflictions.

“OH fuck, please let me remember how to get out!”

Thankfully, it was easy; he made the two correct turns and made for the exit, blocked by one guy about twice his size.

“Come on team! Follow big daddy Conrad to the fucking end zone!” and he lowered his shoulder and ran into the man full force.

While he didn’t quite have the force to knock the brute through the door, held shut by a standard press-bar, when the mass of the girls hit him it was enough and as
Chuck got to the pile the door flew open, disgorging all of them into the street.

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Anybody walking down the street would have gotten the shock of their lives as the door to the apparently abandoned warehouse burst outwards.

Out flew a well dressed man of obvious means tangled up with a man who at best could be described as a Neanderthal. They hit the ground and rolled, followed in VERY short order by two buck naked, beautiful, women covered in blood, staggering on the last legs of their resources, and a tall, thin redhead in nothing but a red bikini and socks who was helping them along, exhorting them to keep going. Finally a huge bear of a man in a gold suit holding out what would appear to be a fountain pen.

From inside there were shouts as an unseen man was screaming “GET THEM, THAT’S MY FUCKING PROPERTY THEY’RE STEALING, FUCKING GET THEM!”

Thankfully, there was nobody walking down the deserted streets.

The only activity was the van that was screaming up to the corner, skidding to a stop precisely in front of the door. Chuck pushed the crowd toward the van as the side doors flew open. Mahlhausen and his goons had made it out the door, still screaming to stop.

But he shut up as when the doors of the van flew open; they revealed Rickey Jackson, Chuck’s nephew, and one of his buddies from Queens. They were holding shotguns, leveled at the crowd.

“EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!” He yelled, looking at the crew in front of him.

“Get in the van motherfuckers, get in!” Chuck yelled and Roger disengaged himself from the gorilla, who suddenly had no desire to fight. Roger grabbed Luxana and Wendy and pushed them in head first, then he jumped in himself, Chuck helped Rita into the van and began to climb in himself.

“DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT SALTINE!” Rickey said to Mahlhausen as one of the goons made as if to go for something inside his jacket.

He checked and made sure everybody was in the van. Then he yelled “HEY MOTHERFUCKER, ME AND MY “NIGGAS” GONNA STAND ON OUR CORNER ALL WE LIKE, NOW YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF QUEENS WHITE BOY!”

The van screeched off as Rickey closed the door, leaving the crowd starting to form at the door of the warehouse gaping in shock.

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“Everybody OK?” Chuck asked as they turned down seventh and made for downtown.

He and Roger had given Wendy and Luxana their respective jackets, the women were in no condition to be too worried about being naked, but basic decency around strangers dictated they needed some cover.

“I...I will live. As usual after one of these Roger, I think Dr. Jimmy is to make some money from me, but there is nothing broken.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to make it or not. I feel like I’ve been beat to death and back.” Wendy gasped, then gave a small laugh. “But really, can somebody explain to me what the heck just happened in there?”

“It is long story. Let us get downtown and then we all can get ourselves together…and some clothes, although I fear none of mine will fit you. We are going to place Roger and I own that I used to live before we were married. It is a safe place. ”

Wendy nodded and gave a fragile smile. “Like I have much of a choice right now.”

“You’ll be fine babe. You’re in good fuckin hands.” Rita tapped the Newport out the window. She had bummed one from Rickey, who sat with Chuck in the seats behind the driver.

“How are you Rita?”

“I’m fucked up on dope Luxurious, how the fuck you think I feel?” She laughed without humor. “Lucky for me, I got fuckin tolerance. By the time that fuckin insanity in there was half over, I was back in my mind again. But I couldn’t fight so I just let them think I was fuckin done. I am fucking done though. I’m still a slave to the smack, but right now I feel more free than I have in years.”

She looked around the van and tears welled up in her green eyes as her tough girl façade came crumbling down.

“Thank you all, I didn’t deserve this. None of you even know me, but the one person who believed in me, I fuckin love you Luxurious, know that.”

“Oh and I love you too my old and dear friend. It is what people do for friends.” And she hugged Rita close from behind.

Roger joined in and then Wendy put her hands around everybody.

“For a bunch of people covered in blood, y’all a bunch of sappy ass motherfuckers”: Chuck, from the front seat.

And they all cracked the hell up.

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(3 Months later)

[i]“Hey Luxurious!

So, hey babe, how’s tricks up in the Apple? U know, I don’t even miss it one fuckin bit. Of course, it helps when ur at some hoity toity joint like u guys found for me.

I got my 45 days chip last night. Getting there every day. I’m not so fucking sure about some of this shit, I don’t think I’ll ever not think that I’m ultimately responsible for what the fuck I do, and not some discompassionate old man in the sky, but whatever, it’s helping. Haven’t wanted even anything in weeks.

I don’t need that shit anymore Luxurious. It was fun, but it’s a kids game, and I’m no kid anymore. HA!

Maybe I fuckin am though. I got a second chance at life. Maybe this is my childhood babe. Shit you got a fuckin Barbie doll for me?

I’m serious though, I can’t thank u enough for what you’ve done 4 me. And I will tell u every time for a while now so get used to It. lol U guys all saved my life. And yeah I know now I was worth savin after all, and I o u that too Luxurious. Even if u and roger can’t find anything for my old broken ass to do after I’m done here, I’ll be fine, trust me on that Luxur…”[/i]

[i]“OOOH, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY LOVE? OOOOH, HOW DO YOU LIKE MY LOVE?” [/i]

Luxana glanced from her email to her cell phone. Her eyes lit up and she anxiously answered the line.

“Good morning, this is Luxana!”

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Roger Conrad was on top of the world.

It was only 10:30, but he carried a bottle of Dom in his right hand as he walked into Inferwebz. He made his way back to his office, and everybody who he passed noticed even for Roger, he was in one hell of a good mood.

“Good Morning Wendy! Is Luxana in her office?”

“Yes she is Mr. Conrad! Shall I get her for you?”

“No Wendy, I’ll be over in a sec. And please stop calling me that, you know it drives me crazy! It’s “Roger”, right, “Ro-ger.”

“Well, I try to sound…assistant-like.”

“Well, how about “friend-like”” and he laughed.

Wendy Sheppard had been an easy addition to Inferwebz. Luxana and Roger both immediately saw the girl was intelligent enough, and she had walked out that ring in the warehouse a much tougher person. As soon as her various injuries were healed, she took to her job like she was born for it. She was a hard worker, and completely loyal to Luxana and Roger. They had gone ahead and allowed her to take over Luxana’s old apartment in The Village. She had been in awe of the place since they had taken her there to decompress after that incredible night in the warehouse, and Luxana and Roger were going to make sure her little girl got the best education she could.

They explained it was the least they could do for what Wendy had suffered for Luxana, a woman she hadn’t even known before that night.

Roger went into his office and he grabbed a couple long stemmed glasses off a shelf over the small bar in his office, then put his backpack on the floor next to his desk (Roger hated briefcases for anything except meetings with people he had to impress) and went over to Luxana’s door.

He winked at Wendy, who giggled. “I’ll hold all calls...Roger!”

He knocked and opened the door a crack, Luxana was on her cell phone. She gestured at him to come on in, then held up a finger to ask him to hold on one second.

“Well, thanks to you then, I will call you later today. Pardon me, my husband just walked in.”

She pressed the button to end the call and beamed at Roger, “Darling!”

He held up the Dom and the glasses.

“Good morning my sweet angel! I love you! Guess what baby, I got some great news. I just got back from talking to Saul, he called me down to tell me our gains on the Flostech deal have rolled over. It made us 300 fuckin million dollars baby, so as of today, we are officially billionaires!”

“Holy shit Roger!” Luxana exclaimed, her face lighting up, “we can go home and make love on MOUNTAIN of money now!”

They laughed, and he popped the cork.

“Now, for my news Roger. That was Pasha Madal, my doctor, on the phone.”

Roger hesitated.

“Yes Roger, my love, do not be pouring champagne for me today. I am drinking for two. I am pregnant Roger.”

And with that, her last dream was fulfilled.