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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 6: Anesthesia vs. Dixie
Dixie and Anesthesia stared each other down. Anesthesia's face had taken a pounding in the last match. Both eyes and nose were puffy and bruised, and her bottom lip was swollen. The nurse's shoulder was heavily taped. But Dixie's body had absorbed much more punishment; she had two broken and several bruised ribs, which had also been taped down. Dixie knew that the wrong kind of blow to a broken rib could pierce her lung or her heart, and that would be the fucking end of that. The two fighters circled slowly, closing the distance with each revolution.
The ring itself appeared normal, except that each ring post was fitted with an odd-looking device. Dixie had seen these before, in Japanese Death Matches. They were standing inside an exploding ring.
At a pre-set time, C4 charges would blow, turning the ring posts into columns of flame. They were awe-inspiring and scary as hell. Usually, the fighters knew the time limit, when the posts would go. Before this match, nobody had been told.
At least, Dixie hadn't been.
"So did they tell you when the ring was gonna blow?" Dixie asked.
"Of course not," Anesthesia replied.
"Me, I'm surprised you're even here. Figured with your boss Lady X runnin' things, you'd get straight into the final."
"My dear cowgirl," Anesthesia smiled, "I already told the teacher why I'm here, and it's not to be a coward... like your friend Reiko Hinomoto."
"Whore," Dixie spat. "You knew damn well Reiko shouldna' been here. And you knew damn well Evil Rose was beat. You didn't ring that bell, and she died."
"Am I supposed to protest innocence now?" Anesthesia said mockingly. "Oh dear me, no, it wasn't me, it was all Lady X's doing! Ha! I've enjoyed every second of this tournament."
"I'll bet you have you black, soulless witch," Dixie said. "You've caused all kinds of misery in your life. Hell, because of you, none of us got paid before. You knew we were all counting on your damn money, you knew we'd all be broke. It's caus'a you any of us was in such a state that we even considered coming to this butcher shop! Well I'll tell you this, sister: I'm gonna kill you here, right now. And I'm gonna make it slow, and I'm gonna make it hurt."
"You dripping cunt!" Anesthesia's words flew like knives. "I'd love to see you try!" The nurse lashed out with her heel, aiming for Dixie's ribs. The cowgirl caught Anesthesia's ankle between her elbow and hip bone. Anesthesia cried out in pain. Stepping in quickly, she reversed her stance and sent the nurse down on her back with a leg sweep. As one continuing motion, Dixie rolled herself up on top of Anesthesia, pinning her arms to the ground and grasping her torso between her powerful thighs.
"Opening dirty, huh?" Dixie asked, as Anesthesia's head thrashed from side to side as she struggled to move. "How's this?" she began to squeeze her legs together, crushing Anesthesia's torso. The nurse cried out in pain, tossed her head back and howled a deep-throated torrent of torture.
Dixie continued to squeeze, and she felt the ribs start to pop, almost like bubble wrap. Anesthesia's face was turning blue, but Dixie didn't notice the nurse slide her trademark scalpel from her glove.
With a vicious right backhand, Anesthesia tore a long gash across the left side of Dixie's head. Something went flying across the ring, and the nurse saw she'd slashed off the top half of the cowgirl's ear. Hand to her head, Dixie screamed and went sprawling back. Quick as she could, feeling her broken ribs shift painfully inside of her, Anesthesia rolled up and planted her ass firmly on Dixie's face. She felt the cowgirl's nose slide in her ass crack, felt her gag as she tried to inhale but could not.
Bending down, Anesthesia used her scalpel to tear away Dixie's black and white tights, exposing her glistening pussy to the crowd. This time, there was no foreplay. Anesthesia took the scalpel and thrust it into Dixie's pussy, twisting it, cruelly, yanked it out, and thrust it in again.
Dixie tried to scream in pain, but she couldn't even open her eyes. She tried feebly to strike Anesthesia with her arms, but she had no leverage, no power. Sweat rolled down Anesthesia's ass cheeks, and the weight, smell, and taste disoriented her. She could feel the awful woman's blade enter her pussy, once, twice, three times, and with a strength borne of terror and hatred gripped Anesthesia's hips as hard as she could and pulled her ass as far into her face as she could manage, and bit down as hard as she could.
The teeth of her lower jaw ripped into the nurse's pussy, her upper jaw, into her asshole. She clenched her jaw as hard as she could, and felt the sickening sensation of sinews and fibers parting, like biting through a piece of tender steak. She clenched harder and harder, and the blood poured down her chin. Anesthesia was screaming bloodcurdling screams, trying now to push herself away, but Dixie had her in a vice grip. Finally, her teeth coming together, she pushed the worthless nurse away from her and spat out the bright red hunk of meat that was in her mouth, and picked out a few pubic hairs that were stuck in her teeth.
Anesthesia sat on the ring, legs splayed, staring down unbelievably. Where her pink pussy and cute asshole had been, there was now nothing but a pulsing, open wound. She felt the canvas rumble and looked up in time to see Dixie coming straight at her with a flying knee. Anesthesia tried to raise her hands but it was no use. Dixie's powerful knee slammed cruelly into the side of the nurse's face. Anesthesia felt her jawbone crack, felt teeth bouncing around in her mouth. Blood poured from her mouth; as she rolled over onto her hands and knees her jaw fell open grotesquely, blood and teeth falling from the opening. Deep in the corner of her mind, she knew she was done for, that she was about to die. She knew it was coming, knew that, in her line of work, certain death was inevitable. She had no idea it would be... like this. She had underestimated the cowgirl, overestimated her own strength. Then Anesthesia Cutter, who had such grand designs, felt something she rarely, if ever felt: shame.
Dixie looked down on her fallen opponent with disgust. She wiped her hands across her lips, trying to get bits of meat and the bitter taste out of her mouth. Even still, Anesthesia was trying to crawl towards the ropes, trying to crawl away like the worm she was. Anger and rage welled up inside Dixie.
"You bitch!" she screamed as she dropped both knees squarely onto Anesthesia's right shoulder. The shoulder broke with a crunch, Anesthesia fell awkwardly to the mat. "You unbelievable trash!" she pulled the right arm up, feeling bones grate awkwardly through the nurse's soft flesh. She kept pulling the arm, using her knee like a fulcrum, and popped Anesthesia's elbow. Anesthesia was still trying to crawl away on her good arm.
"You ruined our lives!" Dixie dropped her knees again onto Anesthesia's left shoulder, breaking that one as well. "And now you try to crawl away! Well no crawling, not for you, ever again." Placing her boot on the back of Anesthesia's neck, she gave a heavy stomp. She felt the bones in her neck crunch, and the nurse's body went limp. Dixie turned her over and saw that, just as she'd hoped, Anesthesia was alive, only paralyzed. Her eyes blinked, heavy with tears, and her busted jaw opened and closed as unintelligible sounds came from her mouth. Dixie dragged her over and propped her up in a sitting position against the ring post. She squatted down in front of the nurse and held the gleaming scalpel before the nurse's widening eyes.
"I gotta admit, even your southbound end tastes better than expected," Dixie gave a wink. "You probably taste that good all over." She ran her eyes up and down the nurse's shattered, but still gorgeous body. Narrowing her eyes she ripped open Anesthesia's nurse uniform, spilling her large breasts. "Don't believe me?" Dixie brought the scalpel less than an inch away from Anesthesia's large brown nipple. "See for yourself!" Holding Anesthesia's breast in one hand, Dixie used the scalpel to cut the areola and nipple completely off. Blood and fat trailed from the wound as Dixie brought the dismembered piece of breast to Anesthesia's mouth and shoved it down her throat. Dixie rubbed Anesthesia's esophagus with her free and, and saw the throat tighten as the breast meat slid down Anesthesia's gullet.
"Told you," Dixie smiled. "Now say goodbye darlin. Trust me when I say ain't none of us will miss you much." Dropping the scalpel, Dixie picked up the crippled nurse in a fireman's carry and laid Anesthesia across the ring post, with the open end of the exploding tube right in the middle of her back. Tears streamed freely down Anesthesia's cheeks, her jaw worked soundlessly. Dixie rolled out of the ring and backed up the ramp. On the huge arena monitor, she saw the countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...
The explosion rocked the arena, and Dixie instinctively ducked. Fire roared from the ring posts, and the smell of burning meat filled the arena as Anesthesia was roasted alive. Amid the flames, Dixie could see the melting flesh, the charred bones of the ribcage sticking up like grotesque obelisks. Ring girls scurried past with extinguishers to put the fire out, and what was left of Anesthesia was dumped unceremoniously into a body bag.
Then the announcer's voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, up next, Aiiigle! Versus! Caaandy! Caaaaane!"
"The hell?" Dixie was stunned. Everyone had just seen the tournament's sponsor go up like Kansas City barbecue! Somehow, in the back of her mind, Dixie had hoped that she might end things right then and there. She grabbed a passing ring girl. "What's goin' on? Surely the tournament's over?"
"Why would it be over?" asked the girl. "There's still two more rounds to go. Now I suggest you go back to your room and prepare for the next fight."
"And why should I take orders from you?" Dixie demanded. "Any o' you little bitches?"
"Cause the little bitches are armed," said the girl, pulling a giant pistol from a cheater holster. "And from the second round on, we got strict orders to make sure you Rumble Bitches stay nice and quiet until it's your time. Now let's get you back to your room, nice and easy."
Chewing her bottom lip, limping with the pain in her bleeding pussy, Dixie began to walk back towards her dressing room.
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