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Deadly Roses	By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fight 1: Benikage vs. Aisha
As she heard her music play, the superstar Aisha brushed through the curtain and walked purposefully down the ramp. There was no spring in her step, no backup dancers today. She normally enjoyed her pre-match routine. Dancing on stage, in front of her fans, she had to maintain a certain image. At the matches, she could let herself go completely. She knew how attractive she was- she maintained her body religiously. Her ass was among her most prized features. When she danced, she loved the way it jiggled and bounced. She loved the feeling of all the eyes watching her, her ass and her tits sway and bounce in perfect harmony.
This was all business, however. She was dreading what was coming, dreading but also anticipating it. She found herself shocked, when she first learned about the Deadly Roses tournament, what it would bring to the winner- and what it would bring to the losers.
The last tournament, Rumble Roses XX, had underperformed terribly. Though the greatest wrestlers in the world were once again brought together, the event itself failed to make its money back. The girls, all the girls, were shorted out of their paydays, and now virtually all of them were barely making ends meet. It seemed the world had forgotten about them. Her record sales fell, her fanbase was shrinking, and, like the Rumble Rose franchise, Aisha felt as if some vital, core aspect of herself had died.
But then came the invitation, mailed in a crimson red envelope, with Lady X's wax seal in a deep black. It was an announcement for one more Rumble Rose tournament, named the Deadly Roses. As Aisha read through the pamphlet, she was shocked and horrified. No holds barred. No referees. No disqualifications. It was a hardcore tournament, more hardcore than anything Aisha had ever heard of- barbed wire matches, spiked board matches, exploding ring matches! There was even a disclaimer:
THE DEADLY ROSES TOURNAMENT CANNOT GUARANTEE PARTICIPANTS' SAFETY AND ASSUMES NO LIABILITY FOR LOSS OF LIFE, LIMB, OR BODILY FUNCTION.
But then... the prize. The winner of the Deadly Roses tournament would take home $1 billion dollars. Nine fucking zeroes! Then, in smaller print, was the chilling consolation prize: Each participant would be issued a $1 million dollar life insurance policy, to be paid to a benefactor of the participant's choice, should the tournament render said performer... unable to provide support.
Aisha mentioned the invitation to her producer, Tia, in bed that night. It hadn't gone as smoothly as Aisha had hoped.
"Are you insane?" Tia asked, holding her hand to her creamy, dark-skinned breasts. "Think about what they're asking you to do! That's blood money, plain and simple. They're asking you to do... awful, terrible things to those other women. And they'll be trying to do the same to you!"
"Babe," Aisha reached out for Tia's hand. Tia recoiled, as if stung. Aisha persisted. "You know how much money we don't have right now? You know how much debt we got hangin' over our heads? I know it sounds like I'm trippin' but... but... damn!" Aisha pounded her fist into a pillow. "I ain't been worth nothin' for years. Ain't worth a shit to nobody. If I win, babe, you and me on easy street for ever. If I lose..." Aisha offered a weak smile, "then you can take that money and find some other lucky girl."
Tia was silent for several moments. "If you go to that awful thing, don't bother coming back. Don't bother giving me your 'consolation' money either- I don't want it. You're selling your body Aisha. You'll be nothing but a whore, letting the world watch as you get fucked."
Before she could stop herself, Aisha's hand shot out across Tia's cheek with a rolling smack. The woman went bouncing off the bed, one hand clutching the sheet to her breasts, the other against her hot, bright red face.
"Baby I'm sorry!" Aisha stood up, her own hand going to her mouth, appalled both at the slap itself, and, deep down, how good it had felt. Under her filmy bra, her nipples stood erect. Tia noticed, closed her eyes, and turned away. Without another word, Aisha left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
And now here she was, staring down her opponent. A ninja, a kunoichi, Benikage. Aisha remembered that Benikage used to be a spy for Japan's government or some fool thing. Like everyone else, the years had not been kind. She was wearing her fishnet body suit, thigh high boots, and an awful grinning demon mask over the lower half of her face. She stood calmly in the center of the ring, her eyes closed in meditation.
Aisha was in her traditional ring attire, sparkling tight pants and matching bikini top that barely contained her large breasts. Her heart was beating in her chest, her hands were clammy. Never before had she put herself in this kind of situation. She was scared. Her looks, her ass, her breasts, her lips and face, had been her moneymakers. She was putting all that on the line- that and much more. But she was hungry too. Aisha loved to fight, relished hurting others and being hurt in equal measure. But she'd always held something back.
Tonight, nothing was held back. Tonight she would win... or she would die.
As she stepped through the ropes, she heard the sound of the entrance ramp retracting behind her. The ring was a regular wrestling right surrounded by corrugated metal plates instead of mats. As the opening event, Aisha figured whoever was running the tournament didn't want to start things off too heavy.
Then, with a grinding sound, holes opened in the metal flooring. Spikes, each about three feet long, rose through the floor. Their points gleamed in the light of the ring, polished metal surface gleaming with deadly promise. The capacity crowd, nearly a hundred thousand strong, went silent as the spikes made their grinding, ominous arrival. As the last spike clicked into place, a hush fell on the arena. Then, as one, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.
Aisha shook her head, the enormity of the situation suddenly hitting her at once. Terror, the likes of which she had never felt before, rolled over her in waves. Her knees felt week, her bowels felt hot and loose. Then, her world erupted into stars as a staggering pain shot through her skull. She stumbled into the ropes, instinct taking over as her arms reflexively blocked the next blow. Shaking her head, she realized Benikage had taken advantage of the distraction to get in a cheap shot.
"So much for the opening bell, bitch," she said, assuming her ready stance. The ninja girl stared back at her, unblinking.
"To hesitate is to die," she said. "Honor and reason are dead. Just. Like. You," Benikage launched herself at Aisha, flashing across the ring faster than the singer could follow. Trying to block the shot she knew was coming, Aisha instead felt her right arm grabbed and slammed into the turnbuckle post, her knuckles making a fierce crack against the metal. The next thing she knew, Benikage's knee rocketed up under her arm. With a sickening crack, Aisha felt her shoulder pop, and suddenly her right arm refused to work. Lashing out with a strength borne of panic, she slammed her head into the ninja girl's face, driving her back.
"Fucking cunt!" Aisha hissed. "You broke my goddamn shoulder!"
"Dislocated," Benikage replied. "I have studied you, black woman. Your right cross is deadly."
"Maybe," said Aisha. "But my left, it's a bitch too!" Springing forward, she drove her left hand into the grinning demon mask. Aisha felt the mask shatter beneath her fist, felt teeth scrape against her knuckle, felt soft cartilage crunch and break. Benikage screamed and put her hands to her nose. Blood flowed freely through her hands- the ninja coughed and spat on the mat. Dropping to her knees, she raised her left hand in a warding off gesture. Aisha saw her chance. "I'm gonna kick your fuckin' head off you bitch!" she cried, running forward.
At the last second, she was enveloped in thick smoke. Her right foot, delivering a massive front kick meant for the ninja's throat, instead hit solid wood- a log! Aisha shrieked as she felt her foot impact the thick trunk, pain shot up her leg, up her spine, and seemed to settle right behind her eyes.
She felt strong arms wrap around her throat and knew that Benikage was behind her, putting her in a sleeper hold. She felt the hot splatter of the ninja's blood on her shoulder, running down her back.
"So it ends," Benikage whispered. "May you pass onto the next world in bondage and shame!" She tightened her grip.
Aisha felt herself weakening- she couldn't breathe. Her vision started to go grey- her heaving breasts bounced and slapped against each other as she tried to gasp for air. Her throat was a harsh, grating fire, she felt drool dribble down her lips. She felt the warm sensation of piss running down her leg, and she let out a weak fart as her knees began to buckle. Images swam before her eyes- Tia refusing to look at her, Dixie smiling that smile of hers as she put Aisha in one of her patented humiliation moves...
With the last of her strength, she pushed backwards with both legs. Benikage's hold loosened just a fraction, and Aisha sucked in breath as fast as she could, ignoring the pain in her throat and lungs. With newfound vigor, she drove backwards again, and felt the two of them bounce into the ropes. She felt the ninja begin to shove the other way, intending to whip her into the opposite ropes. Vision still blurry, Aisha grabbed Benikage's wrists, still around her neck, in a vice grip. She felt more than heard Benikage cry out in pain as Aisha ran, dragging the ninja behind her, towards the opposite ropes. As she felt herself hit the ropes and her momentum reach its zenith, she leaned forward and flipped the ninja over her shoulder.
Aisha collapsed against the ropes, unable to support her own weight. Her vision was clearing, her breath, coming easier. Then she heard the scream. It was an agonized wail, coming from the deepest, darkest part of the human soul. She opened her eyes and looked.
Benikage had been pierced by the spikes in three different places. One spike thrust upward through her left shoulder, the arm hanging at a grotesque angle. Another had pierced her calf, ripping the meat from the bone. The leg slid down the spike to the floor, leaving a trail of bright, glistening blood. The third spike had erupted just below Benikage's bellybutton. Bits of unidentifiable organ covered this last spike, and Aisha saw what could only be one of the ninja's ovaries quivering atop the point. Benikage looked down at herself in horror, her eyes wide with fear. She glanced over at Aisha and shook her head, seemingly unable to believe her eyes. Feebly, with her good arm, she reached up and grasped the spike in her abdomen, trying to push it back down through her. A bubble of blood burst on her lips as she tried to speak, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Then, with a final shudder, the body went limp.
Aisha dimly heard the roaring of the crowd. She turned, raising her left hand in victory and smiling, but there was no answering smile in her eyes. As the ramp extended to the ring, she was very much aware of the pain in her right shoulder. She'd have to get that put back into place, and tend to her other injuries. After all, she had to be ready for the next round.
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