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Deadly Roses	By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fight 8: Aisha vs. Dixie
Dixie Clemets was stretching in the ring, wincing in pain as she stretched her broken ribs. She was tired; exhausted from everything that had happened. She remembered getting back to her room after her fight with Anesthesia. One of the nurses had given her an injection of something to dull the pain in her groin, and had wrapped her pussy in what looked like a makeshift diaper. Her cowgirl costume barely fit over it, and her tights bulged obscenely.
She had passed out, and awoken an indeterminate time later. There were no windows or clocks in her dressing room. She had no idea if an hour or a day had passed. All she knew is that one of the skimpy bitches with a gun had woken her up and ordered her to the ring. She stumbled into the ring, at this point not even acknowledging the audience. How could they still be so pumped up? After everything that had happened. Dixie felt like she was losing her mind, that reality was slipping away from her.
This time the ring was surrounded on three sides by shallow pits, and at each end of the pits were large piston arms. They almost looked like car crushers…
Then she heard Aisha's music play. The ebony superstar walked down the ramp, looking slightly beat up but little the worse for wear. Dixie felt her gut tighten; Aisha hadn't fought since the first round. After all Dixie had been through, and Aisha had come out of everything unscathed. Just like last time.
Aisha had a microphone in her hand. As her music faded out, she raised the mic to her lips. "Yo Cowgirl!" she yelled. "You look terrible!" Dixie scowled. Aisha smiled and rolled into the ring.
"Listen," she continued. "Something's wrong here. In your first match, you tried to pin Rose, but there wasn't no bell. And you got pissed. Then in your next match, you fought the doctor woman and butchered her, no questions asked. Remember the last two tournaments? Remember what happened?" Aisha's voice rose. "They were collecting us, watchin' us like we were damn animals in a zoo! And now, all these years later, they promise us a billion dollars to fight again? We been had! There's no money. Whoever's behind this is still pissed we got away last time, so they tricked us into killing each other! And we fell for it like the dumb bitches we are!"
The house lights when out with a bang, and the whole arena was plunged into darkness. A spotlight flashed on, lighting the ring. Slowly, it made its way up the ramp. It came to rest on the metallic, glistening skin of an impossibly beautiful, well-muscled woman. Her eyes glowed red, and she smiled wickedly.
"Here is your money, you worthless fat cow," Lady X's voice was touched with static, like it was coming through a radio. At her feet was a huge rolling suitcase; the lid was open and the two women could plainly see that it was stuffed with bills. "And the winner of this little contest deserves every bit of it. But why you fight... you all fight for different reasons. And here is yours!"
Another spotlight flashed on to the other side of the entrance ramp. Tied to a wooden X, arms and legs splayed, and totally nude, was Aisha's agent, publicist, and lover. Her face was a bloody mess, and ugly bruises and welts covered her supple, mocha skin.
"Tia!" Aisha screamed, bounding to the ropes, towards the entrance ramp. Immediately several well-armed ring girls formed a barrier between the superstar and the cyborg. "You unbelievable cunt!" Aisha wailed. "Let her go! I'll fucking kill you!"
Lady X pointed to the ring. "Her first."
Aisha turned to Dixie and climbed back into the ring. "Cowgirl, please, you gotta help me. We gotta do something!"
"What can we do, Aisha?" Dixie asked softly. "You said it: we fell for this like dumb bitches. Maybe this is all we're meant for."
"You don't understand," Aisha said. "You can help me, either by going with me or by laying down for me. I'm getting my baby outta here one way or the other."
"Your baby?" Dixie whispered. "Your baby? What about me, Aisha?" Dixie's voice was rising. "You called me 'baby' once, made all those promises. We were gonna be together forever, light the world on fire. Then you dumped me for that bitch when she got you a better deal!"
"Dixie," Aisha said slowly. "You were trippin'. You couldn't see it was over, you were too… Listen, let's just get out of here and we can talk about it later. But first things first, you know?"
"Yeah, later, that's your word. Aisha, I've lost everything. I'm a broken down old nag. I couldn't even retire with a little respect thanks to you. Way I see it, now, if I can at least get that money, I can break even. Now you can lay down for me. Otherwise somethin' bad might happen." And she slowly raised her fists.
Aisha stared, then said, "Bitch you've lost it. My old partner's gone. You ain't nothin' but a rabid dog needs put down."
The two rivals circled each other warily. Daisy flicked out a coupe of jabs, Aisha dodged easily. Sensing her power advantage, Aisha went for the lock up. Both women tied up, their hands locked, heads lowered, each trying to overpower the other, gain some advantage. Aisha was amazed at how strong Dixie still was- she had no idea what was keeping the Cowgirl going. The women grunted and strained against one another, their muscles bulging as rivulets of sweat poured down their bodies.
Aisha felt her bad shoulder start to give. With a cry of pain she dropped to one knee. Looking up at Dixie's face, she was horrified to see the bright gleam of madness in the Cowgirl's eyes. Slowly she was forced to both knees. Her head hung, her hair fell over her face. She had one chance, if Dixie let up her grip for just a second…
As soon as she sensed Dixie going for another move, Aisha rocketed herself forward, using her powerful ass muscles to propel her forehead right into Dixie's crotch. Dixie screamed and fell, clutching herself. Dark blood began to ooze through her fingers. Aisha watched as Dixie tried to get to her knees, but her hips buckled grotesquely and she fell back to the floor.
"You cheating, dirty whore!" Dixie spat. "You've crippled me! Oh dear lord, you've crippled me!" Dixie rolled back and forth, moaning softly. "That nurse bitch sliced me open, and you broke me. Sounds like you got a new partner… too bad I already sent her to hell…"
Aisha shook her head. Dixie was clearly going into shock. The Cowgirl began to crawl away, pulling herself along with her arms. "Just gotta make the ropes, just gotta make the ropes," she chanted to herself.
"You have to kill her to win!" Lady X's voice boomed through the arena. Aisha turned towards the cyborg.
"Lady, you're right out of a comic book!" Aisha ran to the ropes nearest the ramp. "Ain't no way Dixie's ever gonna fight again. And there ain't no way I'm playing your game no more!"
Lady X drew a gleaming knife and slowly traced Tia's belly button. "I think you will, Dancing Sista, I think you will."
"Dammit!" Aisha shouted. Behind her, Dixie had reached the ropes. "Damn you, you worthless bitch!" A note of hysteria crept into Aisha's voice. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "You've taken us and beat us down till there's nothing left! And we let you do it!" Aisha dropped to her knees. She began whispering to herself, through the tears. "I've never felt so helpless. So worthless. So-" suddenly, a noise caused her to spin around.
Dixie had been trying to pull herself up by the ropes. She finally made it to the top rope, and was leaning heavily on it. "See!" she shouted at Aisha. "I made it! You can't stop the Cowgirl!" But no sooner had she put weight on her right foot than her knee buckled. Her hip bulged as the dislocated bone pressed against her skin. Dixie's cry of triumph turned to horror as she fell backward, over the top rope, and down into one of the pits.
As she lay there, staring up at the arena lights, she heard the engines grumble as the two huge steel plates began to move towards the center. The cold steel floor felt good on her feverish skin. For a minute she imagined she was at home in her cool swimming pool under the great Texas sky. She felt drowsy. Then she remembered where she was. She could turn her head and see the plates very near. She feebly tried to move, but could do no more than squirm. She felt claustrophobic, and the hard edge of panic began to set in. She felt she could face any other death stoically, but not this, not this…
Aisha heard Dixie's voice from the pit. "Lady X, please! Stop the machine!" There was a hitching sob as the broken Dixie began to cry. "Please, I'm begging you, stop! I don't want to die! Not like this! I'll do anything, anything! Please! Don’t do this to meeeeeeee! I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good girl! Somebody help meeeee! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything I did, please have pity and let me go! Oh no," her voice got quiet. "Oh no, no no no, stop, please st-"
There was a sickening crunch and a long drawn out grinding. Aisha saw the two compressor plates come together; a small bit of blood welled up between them. She turned away from the gruesome sight.
"So I won!" Aisha screamed up at Lady X. "Give me Tia, give me the money, and let me out of this godforsaken building!"
"Not yet," Lady X crowed. "You still have to fight for the championship!"
"But I thought that was the championship!" Aisha screamed hoarsely. "Who the fuck else is left?"
Stepping out from behind Lady X was a small woman dressed in furs, a determined look on her face. In her right hand was a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. The girl drew herself up and puffed out her small chest.
"Big teat cow woman not forget about Aigle!"
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