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THE WILL by Cage (comments to mrcagefight@yahoo.com)

The room reeked. Perfume battled perfume. The rustle of stockings mixed with the squeak of round buttocks on expensive leather. Kenneth B. Simpson, Attorney at Law, cleared his throat. The one hundred females turned from glaring at each other to glaring at Simpson. Simpson turned to the video recorder behind him and pushed the play button.

A wide screen TV behind his desk flickered and then stabilized. James Morton smiled evilly. "Good day ladies."

A murmur went through the room. James Morton was two weeks dead. A heart attack in the bed of his fifth wife's sister, Linda Lee Craddock finally claimed the infamous millionaire. Linda, her sister, twenty-two of Morton's children by various wives and other vessels, his ex-wives, girlfriends and other associates waited or grumbled. Simpson ignored the mumbled questions.

Blue Washington, a one-time mistress, mumbled, "Fuckin mutherfucker, reachin’ from da grave to fuck us."

Mimi Morton, Morton's second wife, turned to her old rival and spit, "Black cunt, shut your filthy mouth or I'll beat the shit out of you like I did twenty years ago."

Blue stood and challenged, "Come on bitch. We're even. I whipped you once and you whipped me once. Let's get it on, right here, right now!"

Simpson shouted, "Ladies!"

James Morton started speaking and everyone but the two old rivals turned to the screen. Mimi and Blue were old enemies. Mimi had been a tough young stripper when she had captured Morton's attention. When she found out that he was keeping another stripper, Blue, as a mistress she tried to settle it the only way she knew how. Their first fight had ended with Blue victorious. Their second fight had ended with Blue in the hospital near death and Mimi in plastic surgery. The fact that both of them had later lost his attention had never cooled their hatred for one another or for each other's offspring.

Morton lectured, "During my long life I made a lot of money and I made a lot of women, but in the end the only thing I could ever rely on was the money. It didn't ask me for anything and whenever I left it alone it grew bigger and prettier. You ladies, on the other hand, made my life a living hell. Each one of you cut a piece out of my soul and tried to get your greedily little paws on my money. Some of you gave me snotty disappointing children, some of you gave me diseases, some of you blackmailed me, and some of you stole from me. I may have fucked you, but you all screwed me! And, I'm not letting my daughters off either. You ungrateful bitches were as bad as your mothers and I couldn't even bed you. Well that last isn’t exactly true, is it girls? I should say I never tried to bed any of my daughters, but I never drove them away when they came looking for a new car, a down payment on a new house that their worthless husbands couldn’t afford, or a operation they didn’t want their boyfriends to know about. Not an honest, loving bitch among you all."

The figure on the screen paused for effect. The effect was a chorus of curses and threats. Tina, one of Morton's daughters his first wife, shouted, "I fucked him, Mother! Sometimes he still had your smell on him."

Mrs. Virginia Morton Andrews Clark spit, "Cunt! Whore! You've disgusted me since they pulled you out of me. I hated you all, but you were the worst!

The two women started toward each other. Simpson started to intervene.

Morton shouted, "Shut-up, you caterwauling bitches!"

His voice was as powerful in death as in life. They all knew that tone. He was about to spring something on them.

The recording continued, "I have moved my estate to a small island country that I own lock, stock and barrel. None of you have any recourse in any court, but my courts. I want you each to get a taste of just how vicious you really are. Therefore, for those whose wish to participate, there will be a little contest. The participants will receive specified amounts of cash as they perform, but the balance of my estate will go to the contest winner. My man, Simpson, will arrange travel for any of you that wish to participate. Let me just say this. If you decide to go for my gold you will surely suffer more than you ever made me suffer. You will have to beat each other bloody and crawl over each other's helpless bodies to win. Some of you may be seriously hurt, some of you may be disfigured and some of you may die. The question you have to ask yourself is simply, 'Is it worth it?' I know most of you and I think that at least sixteen of you will go for the gold. If there is a heaven or a hell, I'll be watching and laughing my ass off."

The figure on the screen made a gesture with his middle finger and the screen went blank.

Elizabeth Crowe Morton, Morton's third wife, exploded, "Simpson, what is this nonsense?"

Simpson tapped a key on his computer and read aloud, "After reserving a million dollars for hospital treatment for the survivors, paying costs of six million associated with the processing of the will, paying all estate taxes and my bill of course the estate of approximately one billion seven hundred million dollars and change will be awarded to the winner of Mr. Morton's contest."

Melanie Morton Smithfield, Morton's surviving sister, demanded, "What contest?"

Mr. Simpson ejected the tape, inserted another and pushed play. A camera panned around a sixteen sided enclosure formed by sixteen vertical iron poles and a triangular lattice of smaller metal bars. Morton, a six foot man, stood beside one pole. It was approximately twice his height. Morton adjusted his tuxedo and motioned for the camera to come closer. The triangular lattice of steel bars stretched from pole to pole. Morton motioned for the camera to come even closer and then pointed to an individual bar. Morton winked broadly and waved the camera closer with his left hand and moved his right index finger toward the bar. At the last minute he jerked his finger back. The camera followed the motion of the finger to a wicked looking barb. A circle of one inch spikes appeared to be spaced every six inches along the length of the bar. Morton then pointed to the concrete floor and then to the top of the cage. The concrete floor was covered by glass shards and the top of the cage was guarded by a one foot roll of gleaming barbed wire.

A microphone dropped out of nowhere into Morton's waiting hands. He exaggerated a cough and mugged for the camera. Finally he spoke, "Sixteen of you the sixteen most greedy, the sixteen most vicious, the sixteen most heartless, but only the sixteen that combine those characteristics with toughness will enter my little arena. I have listed one hundred women for Mr. Simpson in order of the amount of agony they inflicted on me during my life. My wives are all there. My sister is there. My daughters over the age of eighteen are there. My girlfriends, whores, cheats, secretaries and one or two others are there. I will give you each a chance in order of your deserving natures to volunteer for my torture test. If you refuse, which I highly recommend, the next woman on the list will receive the same offer."

Morton paused for effect and then continued, "Of course there is no limit to the number of volunteers. There will a preliminary event which will continue until the final sixteen have been selected by a process of survival. You should like the preliminary. I always had a thing for big tits and most of you have the qualifications. I think you'll enjoy maiming one another's qualifications."

Morton walked to the single door and stepped through and then returned to the arena. He spoke again, "The sixteen survivors will stand by their designated pole. At the sound of the bell they will come out fighting. At the end of ten minutes a bell will sound and a number of referees will enter the arena and separate the contestants. Each contestant will be returned to her corner and given expert attention for ten minutes. She will be allowed one second to coach and encourage her. Then a bell will ring and the whole cycle will repeat itself. The brawl will go on and on until all but one woman is on the concrete for a one minute count. The last standing woman must climb out of the cage within the next sixty seconds. Any other woman inside the cage can do anything to stop the would-be sole heiress. If the climber fails to get over the top and down to the floor on the outside within the required minute, the brawl continues."

Morton pointed outward and lights suddenly illuminated the rest of what looked to be a vast warehouse filled with bleachers. The enclosure stood in the center of the seats. Morton announced, "Just so you won't be alone, I'll arrange for a crowd of a thousand. All your friends and most of mine will be invited. You will be performing for the pleasure of a bloodthirsty mob. Think of the embarrassment, the humiliation, the brutality, and then think of all that money. They'll be talking about this for years. But, why should you care? If you win, you can buy a whole new set of friends!"

Two young women in robes appeared in the background. They walked to the door of the cage and entered. Morton pulled of the robes in a single flourish. Morton's camera panned slowly across their bodies. Underneath the women wore white leather bands around their foreheads and necks. The headband was encircled by gleaming one inch high pyramidal metal studs. The neck bands were thick, snug and rigid. White leather gloves reached to the middle of their upper arms. Eighteen inch lengths of bicycle chain hung from each wrist. A two inch diameter white wooden ball was attached to the end of each chain. Four nails had been driven into each ball leaving the point and an inch of steel protruding from the hard white surface. The back of the elbows were studded with the same spikes as the cage. The gloves were knuckled with the same one inch pyramids as the headband. The fingers were tipped by razor sharp false fingernails. The legs and feet were covered by a pair of white leather thigh boots. The knee of each boot was decorated with a band of five one inch spikes. The boots were also metal-spiked on the toe and elevated by six inch stiletto heels. Metallic gauze-like goggles obscured the young women's eyes. Otherwise, the women were naked.

Morton stood back and a bell rang. The two young women lashed out at each other. Fists, knees, claws, head-butts, kicks, chains flew for two minutes until another bell rang. Both women stopped and came back to Morton's side. They were covered in blood, wounds, darkening bruises and sweat. The claws had sliced bloody furrows across the exposed bodies. The barbs had torn gashes and left punctures. The head-butts had split cheeks and eyebrows.

Morton spoke again, "That ladies, and I use the term with my tongue-in-cheek, is what you can expect. Remember there will an endless series of ten minutes of this hell until all but one of you is unable to stand. No surrender will be accepted and no mercy will be forthcoming. The hell you sixteen will have to endure will be just payment for the hell you made my life on earth. I hope to see mothers ruining daughters and daughters ruining mothers. I want to see sisters tearing each other apart. I want to see each of you act out physically the horrors you commit daily with your mouths.

"Of course, if you are ladies you will refuse my offer. You'll walk out of this room and leave the money behind. If nobody goes for the gold I will contribute it to the homeless in all of your names. Think of the good it will do. But, I warn you. If only one woman accepts my terms, she gets it all free-and-clear. Maybe I'm wrong about you. And, maybe pigs will fly. Have fun ladies."

The screen went blank and then showed Morton. He smiled and organized a handful of index cards.

Satisfied he read, "Mrs. Virginia Morton Andrews Clark. You were my first wife. You did nothing, but stand in my way and deliver two spoiled brats. After making the ten years of our marriage a living hell you took half of everything I made. You proceeded to marry twice more to millionaires and put them both in early graves. You don't need the money, but somehow I know you will grab for it. Are you in or out, you ugly old bitch?"

A wealthy fifty-five year old society lady with fashionably streaked hair wiggled on her round rump. She looked around the room and into the eyes of her daughters. Sweat popped out on her forehead. She sized-up the other women and muttered, "I'm in, you old bastard."

Mr. Simpson looked up and asked, "Are you sure? I told Mr. Morton that no one would even listen to this proposal!"

The woman nodded and said, "That's my money and I advise you other bitches to stay the hell away from it."

That started a discussion among the women. Mr. Simpson finally obtained order. By the end of the tape sixty-one of the women had accepted the challenge. Call him old and crazy. Call him a bitter sexist, but James Morton knew his women.

***

Jan Sprite had served as the old man's executive secretary for six years. She had taken his shit longer than any other secretary in his long and checkered history. At the end he had fallen in love with her. She despised the old man, but used him to plug into the flow of information that is to wealth what water is to grass. Ms. Sprite had learned her lessons well. She had made her own small fortune before he discovered her. Her betrayal, the last in a long line, had crushed him. The money was not important, but he used all his skill and power to ruin her. She had earned number thirty-two on his list.

After listening to the proposal she had immediately accepted. Her father died from a Saturday night brawl when she was two. Her mother sold her body for money and produced three additional sisters. Two of those had died from drug overdoses and the third had died in the car when her drunken mother had driven off a bridge into a lake. Jan had pushed herself through college by working as a secretary and a whore. She was smart, perhaps even brilliant, but she had started way behind the pack. Knowing how bad life could be, she had resolved to use all her skills to make her way in the world. She felt no remorse. The old man was a stepping stone to security and independence. Unfortunately, he had caught her before she attained either goal. But, just as fortunately the old bastard had croaked and given her a shot at all the marbles.

Sixty-one women had volunteered for James Morton torture trials. He wanted sixteen. Forty-five women would have to be eliminated. Ms. Sprite had almost quit when she heard the nature of the elimination rounds. The lowest ranked woman was set aside for the moment. The remaining sixty were paired off into thirty pairs. They were to maul each others’ breasts from behind in a sequence of ten three minute rounds. There was no surrender, no knockouts, no quitting.

Once started the mauling would continue. At the end of the ten rounds the women would be asked in ascending order whether or not they wished to continue. The girl who had sat out the event would be given the option of continuing if she wanted to take thirty minutes of mauling from another woman picked at random. The mauling would begin again and continue till only sixteen women were left.

Jan was matched against a girl called Teresa. Teresa was a Mexican whore who had given Morton herpes, or so he claimed. If that was so, then Jan had a score to settle with the whore. Morton had given her herpes. Teresa had been number seventy-one on Morton's list so she got to maul first.

Two rows of thirty chairs each stretched across the open space in front of the grandstands. At this stage there were no announcements, no last names and no histories. That would come later when the sixteen faced each other. Instead the announcer called out each woman's particulars as she either sat down and had her hands cuffed behind her chair or sat down to prepare to maul.

The announcer called out, "Jan: thirty-two, six foot two inches tall, one hundred and fifty-two pounds heavy, 38C-24-36. Teresa: forty-five, five feet four inches tall, one hundred and fifty-two pounds heavy, 44D-30-42."

When he completed the roll call he said, "Ready."

Teresa's brown hands hovered in front of Ms. Sprite's pink nipples, firm, upward tilting breasts. Sweat broke out on her forehead. She felt her short blonde hair beginning to wilt against her scalp. She smelled and felt the Mexican's breath. All up and down the row of thirty chairs women faced their fears.

"Go!"

The fat brown fingers dug into her breasts. The thumbs crushed the flesh against the probing fingers. The pain started immediately. The shock of the first touch passed quickly and Ms. Sprite steadied her breathing. The pain, however, grew rapidly. Someone down the line started begging. Several women started screaming. More women started cursing. Ms. Sprite claimed her lips shut and held a moan prisoner.

"One minute, to complete the switchover."

The pressure left her breasts. Rough male hands un-cuffed her and lifted her to her feet. He directed her aside and another man pushed Teresa forward to the chair. He sat her down and cuffed her hands behind her back. The first man pushed Ms. Sprite down into the chair behind the Mexican.

"Ready."

Ms. Sprite floated her hands out in front of the already squirming Mexican. She remembered the pain in her own breasts and concentrated on the tactics she had decided on when she had heard the nature of the battle.

"Go"

Her fingers dug into the underside of the Mexican's fat soft breasts. Her thumb plunged down from the top behind the rough dark nipples. The fat breasts were crushed between the two attacks. Once sure of her grip she squeezed down, twisted and jerked out. Teresa moaned. Maintaining the pressure and the twist, Ms. Sprite pulled the breasts out and then crushed them back. Out and back until Teresa howled. Other women were beginning to howl.

"One minute, to complete the switchover."

The Mexican went for revenge. She attacked the nipples by twisting and pinching them until Ms. Sprite moaned. Then she went for a rolling crush which started the blonde squirming in pain. The crush continued pass the point that Ms. Sprite felt she had lost her nipples.

When the changeover occurred the blonde was happy to see her nipples were still there. They were red and swollen. They burned, but they were still there.

Ms. Sprite continued to bruise the Mexican's soft tits. The Mexican went back and forth between breast and nipple attacks. By the end of the fifth round Ms. Sprite was raw and bleeding from both nipples. Her breasts were hot and swelling slowly. Teresa's breasts were badly swollen. The underside appeared to be swelling very fast. The flesh behind the nipple was also livid. The Mexican's screams grew wilder with each twist and pull.

The blonde waited until the eighth round to attack the Mexican's nipples. By then the originally soft brown breasts were dark and swollen hard. The sudden switch to the nipples sent the Mexican over the edge. During the changeover the Mexican had to be carried to her chair. She was bleeding from both nipples and fluid was pumping from inside the hot breasts.

The Mexican's next attack was weak and spotty. Ms. Sprite replied with a savage nipple attack which had Teresa screaming in horror. Blood spurted with each twist and the crowd loved it. Blood was somewhere on most of the breasts by now. Women were screaming, cursing and begging for mercy. At the end of the tenth Teresa was sobbing and yelling that she quit with each crush or twist.

After a sixty minute interval where the women were polled in order of their rank on Morton's list the announcer said, "Our sixty-first woman has elected to quit the contest. Of our sixty contestants forty two wish to continue. The second mauling phase will begin in ten minutes.

Ms. Sprite was matched against another tall blonde, called Linda. Linda was slightly shorter and maybe ten pounds heavier. Her dripping breasts were bloated heavy red lumps, before the mauling she had maintained a 42DD-26-38 figure. This time Ms. Sprite went first. She went for deep penetrating jabs until she felt things popping inside Linda's breasts. After six rounds of agony the other woman fainted away. Ms. Sprite got a free round. Then she savaged the other blonde's ruined breasts until they were spurting blood and clear fluids. Linda got the secretary's breasts pumping in her seventh round. Ms. Sprite forced Linda to faint again during her eighth round. The other woman never recovered.

After another sixty minute interval the announcer said, "Of our forty-two contestants twenty-six wish to continue. The third mauling phase will begin in ten minutes."

Ms. Sprite was matched against an Italian named Carla. Carla had been a D-cup porn star. Now her bloody breasts were easily F cups. The hot fluid filled bags rolled across her hard stomach. Ms. Sprite was in little better condition. Carla went first. Carla fainted in the fourth round. Ms. Sprite fainted in the seventh round. Carla fainted in the tenth round. At the end of the third maul period none of the contestants could stand. Their bloated breasts practically steamed with the heat of their internal pain. When asked to continue Ms. Sprite nodded affirmatively.

The announcer said, "Of our twenty-six contestants only ten wish to continue. Under the rules we will now ask for six volunteers in ascending order. Once six have accepted today's events will be at an end. The final contest begins tomorrow at high noon."

***

Simpson reviewed his listing as he checked each woman's quarters through the hidden cameras. Morton had directed that every moment be recorded and passed on to persons who would guarantee a wide distribution. The women had been flown in separately. Their quarters were isolated. Each had a separate group of servants, trainers and nurses. The hideous breast mauling had left the final sixteen helpless on their backs. The nurses packed them with ice and tried to ease their suffering. The split nipples were treated, but no stitching was allowed. The raw nipples continue to weep and the swollen, hot, hard bags continued to darken into giant hard black bruises.

During tomorrow's fights the injuries would be even worse. A team of doctors would stand by to treat the wounded after each round to maximize the length of the fight. Morton would have his posthumous revenge. Simpson had organized the files in order of selection, but on second thought had reorganized them along family lines. He was amazed by the number of mothers and daughters ready to tear out each other's hearts.

The video tapes would be edited, but he was to prepare an audiotape to introduce each contestant. The editors would combine the audio with scenes of the women alone in their rooms prior to the fight. He played a tape of the women made before their brutal maul. He decided to read his introductions as he watched each woman:

VIRGINA MORTON ANDREWS CLARK

Virginia Morton Andrews Clark is known as Mrs. Clark in the society pages. She was his first wife and she is first on his list. Since her lucrative divorce from our absent Master of Ceremonies, she married and divorced a Mister Andrews and a Mister Clark. Both marriages increased her wealth, which is estimated to be approximately one hundred sixty million. She had two children by Mister Morton, both of whom are contestants. At age of fifty-five she stands five feet five inches tall, weighs one hundred and forty seven pounds and has a figure of 38D-28-38. Her original hair color was brown, but as you see it is expensively streaked and fashionably cut short to match the current Park Avenue style. Mister Morton has always been drawn to big busts and Mrs. Clark, as we will call her, fits that bill. You will note that her once hard lines have fallen with gravity and despite her personal trainer she is softening with age. She is still a formidable woman. Her number one ranking on Mister Morton's list and the apparent hatred by her daughters testifies to that.

The prefight odds are running sixteen to one against.

TINA MORTON

Tina Morton is Mrs. Clark's first daughter. She has been married twice and divorced twice. She is second on Morton's list. Her personal wealth from her two divorces is less than two million. She has five children, two of whom are contestants. At the age of thirty-nine she stands five feet eight inches tall, weighs one hundred and fifty-five pounds and has a figure of 38D-28-37. Her original hair color was brown but now she wears a red butch cut to match the dictates of her current radical feminist associates. Tina's childbearing and hard-living has taken its toll on her figure. However, her new lifestyle has provided her with some recent fight experience. Her broken nose and a knife scar across her stomach indicate that her lady friends have not been kindly.

The prefight odds are running eight to one against.

BELINDA MORTON COLLINS

Belinda Morton Collins is Mrs. Clark's second daughter. She is the longtime widow of a Peace Corps worker who had died of some African disease a year after their marriage. She was twenty-fifth on Mister Morton's list. She is a poor supporter of various liberal causes and has given away any money she ever had. She has no children. At the age of thirty-six she stands five feet seven inches tall, weighs one hundred and seventy-seven pounds and has figure of 40DD-30-39 figure. Her brown hair hangs straight. Belinda is poor and she has done little but to hang around liberal fringe groups and eat. She is obviously fat, but her weight may help her out.

The prefight odds are running ten to one against.

GRACE MORTON

Grace Morton is the oldest daughter of Tina. She is unmarried. Grace achieved a high standing of eleventh on Morton's list by turning into a loudmouth feminist at fifteen as well as announcing publicly she was gay. She works for a radical paper and has organized a number of demonstrations against her grandfather for a number of causes. Despite their current agreement on sexual orientation and their various causes mother and daughter have not spoken in years. At the age of twenty-one, she stands five feet eight inches tall, weighs one hundred and forty-eight pounds and has a figure of 36C-24-34. Her brown butch cut resembles her mother's in everything but color. Grace's muscularity is a result of four years of bodybuilding. She also has experience in boxing and various martial arts. Grace is sure to be a very tough competitor.

The prefight odds are running three to one against.

HOPE MORTON

Hope Morton is the second daughter of Tina. She is unmarried. Hope was number forty-eight on Mister Morton's list. She dropped out of school at the age of sixteen and entered the pornographic movie business. Currently she is starring in a number of videos as Tittie Maxima. At the age of nineteen, she stands five feet ten inches tall, weighs one hundred and thirty-seven pounds and has a figure of 46DD-24-34. Her natural brown hair is now long and platinum. Hope's beauty and sexual exploits are famous, but her beauty is unlikely to help her in this fight, let alone survive its finish. Hope has wrestled in mud and worked in foxy boxing shows, but her real experience is limited.

The prefight odds are running eight to one against.

MELANIE MORTON

Melanie Morton is Mr. Morton's only surviving sister. She is unmarried. She was number third on Mister Morton's list. She lives on a small inheritance from Mister Morton's father and regularly sues her brother for more. At the age of fifty-seven, she stands five feet six inches tall, weighs two hundred and five pounds and has a figure of 48E-42-50. Her gray hair is shoulder length. Mel, as she is called, is the oldest and heaviest woman in the fight. She is considered to be vicious in the courtroom, but little is known about her fighting ability. Maybe her weight will be helpful.

The prefight odds are running eight to one against.

MIMI MORTON

Mimi Morton was his second wife. Her marriage to Mister Morton was her third and last. Their two year association netted her ten million and one daughter. She danced under the name of Rockets before and after their marriage. She earned a number five on Mister Morton's list. At the age of forty, she stands five feet nine inches tall, weighs one hundred and fifty-six pounds and has a figure of 50EE-28-40. Her long blonde hair is entirely natural. Rockets fought several women in her long career. She has no formal training, but is reputed to be a vicious catfighter. She still dances and is relatively firm for a lush figured woman of her age.

The prefight odds are running five to one against.

BLUE WASHINGTON

Blue Washington was a long-term mistress. Unmarried, she has nine children, two of whom she has claimed in lawsuits to be Mister Morton's. She earned number six on his list. She danced in the same clubs as his second wife and there is a bit of a feud between the two of them. Two of her two daughters, supposed to be Mister Morton's, are also contestants. At the age of thirty-eight, she stands six feet tall, weighs one hundred and ninety-two pounds and has a figure of 52EE-30-44. Blue is African-American with a retro eighteen inch afro. Blue has a long career in catfighting as well as stripping. Her fights with Rockets were apparently legendary. She is big, strong and is thought to have a natural advantage over the white women.

The prefight odds are running two to one against. She is the favorite.

MARY WASHINGTON

Mary Washington is the first of Blue's daughters by Mister Morton. She is unmarried. She is listed as number seventeen on his list. Mary claims that her own two children are Mister Morton's. Mary works as an escort. At the age of nineteen, she stands six feet tall, weighs one hundred and sixty-one pounds and has a figure of 48DD-28-38. Dark, but lighter skinned than her mother, Mary has straightened her hair and colored it blonde. Mary has a history of fights with men and women, including her mother and sister. She is big, strong and young.

The prefight odds are running three to one against.

GEORGINA WASHINGTON

Georgina Washington is the second of Blue's daughters by Mister Morton. She is unmarried. She is listed as number eighteen on his list. Georgina claims her third child is Mister Morton's. Georgina is currently on welfare. At the age of eighteen, she stands five feet eleven inches tall, weighs one hundred and fifty-nine pounds and has a figure of 46D-28-38. She has cut her hair short. Georgina also has a long history of fights. She too is big, strong and young. However, many feel she is outclassed by her mother and sister.

The prefight odds are running four to one against.

LADY ELIZABETH CROWE

Lady Elizabeth Crowe was his third wife. They had no children and were quickly divorced. She was number eight on his list. Lady Crowe is an English Lady who was Mister Morton's upper class replacement for Rockets. Lady Crowe left the marriage with her own name and two million dollars from a pre-nuptial agreement. Her scandalous book on Mister Morton's sexual habits earned her another million dollars and the sympathy of her nation. At the age of thirty-two, she stands five feet ten inches, weighs one hundred and forty three pounds and has a figure of 36B-26-34. Her long blonde hair and aristocratic beauty makes her one of the most striking of the contestants. Lady Crowe is an expert tennis player and a championship fencer. While her athletic body is a strongpoint, she is considered to be too classy to be in a fight with anyone let alone this crowd of ruffians.

The prefight odds are running nine to one against

BOOM-BOOM MENDEZ

Boom-Boom Mendez was a recent mistress. She has no children. She was tenth on his list. Boom-Boom is a South of the Border stripper in the tradition of Rockets and Blue. According to Mister Morton, she infected him with a number of sexually transmitted diseases. At the age of twenty-five, she stands five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred and thirty-one pounds and has a figure of 48E-24-34. She is the only Mexican still in the fight and wears her black hair long and straight to the waist. Boom-Boom is in fantastic shape, but she is small, lightweight and top heavy. Despite a fiery reputation she is considered to be out of her class.

The prefight odds are running ten to one against.

MS. SPRITE

Ms. Sprite was his executive secretary for the past six years. She is unmarried. She is thirty-second on the list. According to Mister Morton she used her position to steal petty amounts of money from his corporation. He was much more upset with the smallness of her thefts than the betrayal of his confidence. At the age of thirty-two, she stands six feet two inches tall, weighs one hundred and fifty-two pounds and has a figure of 38C-24-36. Her short blonde hair is appropriately cut. Ms. Sprite was a college basketball player and maintains her physical conditioning through regular visits to the health club. She has a brown belt in Karate, but no real fighting experience. Despite her height she is considered to be too thin and too proper to be a favorite.

The prefight odds are running seven to one against.

QUEENIE

Queenie is prostitute. She is fourteenth on the list. Mister Morton claims she and her pimp tried to blackmail our host. He did not pay. At the age of eighteen, she stands five feet ten inches tall, weighs one hundred and thirty two pounds and has a figure of 36C-22-34. Her hair is red and curly. Queenie is reputed to be an ex-ganggirl. She is considered to be too young and too light for the fight.

The prefight odds are running nine to one against.

JAMIE LEE MORTON

Jamie Lee Morton was his fifth and last wife. They had one child. She was forty-first on his list. She fitted Mister Morton's ideal of a tall, big-busted blonde as did her sister. Jamie Lee tried to stab him after catching him in bed with her sister, Linda Lee. At the age of twenty-two, she stands six feet tall, weighs one hundred and forty pounds and has a figure of 38C-24-36. Her hair is long and blonde. Jamie Lee was picked out of a chorus line in Las Vegas. She is a healthy, big girl, but her fighting experience is limited.

The prefight odds are running nine to one against.

LINDA LEE CRADDOCK

Linda Lee Craddock was his last mistress. He died in her bed. She was listed forty-second on his list. Being Jamie Lee's twin she apparently seduced Mister Morton with the promise sister's okay, but then tried to extract money from him. He paid her and continued to see her secretly. At the age of twenty-two she, stands six feet tall, weighs one hundred and forty pounds and has a figure of 38C-24-36. Linda Lee’s hair is long and blonde. She is the identical sister of Jamie Lee.

The prefight odds are running nine to one against her as well.

With all sixteen introductions completed, Simpson went to bed. The final battle would be fought tomorrow. The costumes were already fitted. The food and drink was ready. Simpson could sleep.

***

The roar of the crowd joined the blaring gladiator's theme, stolen from a thousand Hollywood period pieces, to raise the temperature to ninety-four degree heat under the cage lights. A second after the music started the door to Mrs. Clark's room opened. Her second, her personal trainer, two leather armored escorts and five person medical team surrounded her. The click of her heels could barely be heard over the arena noise funneled down the long hallway. As she entered the glare of the arena the roar of the crowd increased. The volume on the music declined slightly and she could hear her name and a description being read over the roar of the crowd. Mrs. Clark felt her heart surge as momentary panic brought her ancient flight or fight hormones into play. The escort clearly ruled out flight. Fear remained, but anger and determination slowly grew.

As the crowd roared its approval of Mrs. Clark's entry into the cage, Tina left her room accompanied by her second, a dyke lover, and the standard seven attendants. As Tina took the number two’s position next to her mother, Mel left her room. Each contestant entered in the order of her position on the list. When all the sixteen poles were occupied the names were read again, "Mrs. Clark, Tina, Mel, Rockets, Blue, Lady Crowe, Boom-Boom, Grace, Queenie, Mary, Georgina, Belinda, Ms. Sprite, Jamie Lee, Linda Lee and Hope. Roars followed each name.”

Mrs. Clark and her daughter, Tina, were already cursing at each other. Mel seemed to be trying to make her naked fat body invisible. The old rivals Rockets and Blue eyed one another. Lady Crowe studied the women on either side and seemed to be calculating her chances. Boom-Boom seemed to coil up in a brown bundle of anger and fear. Grace studied her mother, Tina. Queenie listened to her pimp's instructions. The black sisters, Mary and Georgina, seemed to be in a temporary agreement. Belinda looked terrified. Ms. Sprite stood ready to defend herself. Jamie Lee and her twin, Linda Lee, also seemed to have reached some sort of understanding. Hope, completing the circle stood ready to avoid the battle of her grandmother and mother.

The terrifying white suits made the bruised swollen breasts look that much more vulnerable. No woman had escaped the horrible mauling. Originally all large breasted women their purple, black and red swollen orbs now looked gigantic. Even the darkest skin did not hide the swelling, or darkened bruises. Fluids and pain were ready to burst out with the slightest encouragement.

Ms. Sprite's brother, Dan, stood outside the cage and reviewed their strategy for taking home the money. She nodded and kept watch.

Dan whispered, "Okay, Mrs. Clark and Tina will form one pair. Rockets and the big black will form the next. The two other black girls look like they're a team for now. If they stay back, you stay back. If they go to the aid of their mother you've got to get the whites to attack them as a group. If the two twins look like their coming for you, run. Stay back. Only attack someone from the rear. Don't pair off for very long. Keep moving and attacking those already busy with someone else. Try to keep everybody else fighting until their ready to be taken out. It doesn’t matter what you do during the fight. All that counts is being the one to climb out of the cage."

A basketball style clock suspended from the ceiling flashed on. On each of the four faces digital figures flashed until thirty seconds were shown. Mr. Simpson's voice announced, "Round one will begin in thirty seconds."

With that the seconds began to tick off. The crowd picked up the count and chanted, "Twenty-six! Twenty-five!..."

Mimi and Blue's curses grew, but the rest of the women became silent. Fear sweat drenched them. The smell of the sweat and leather grew.

"Twenty! Nineteen! ..."

The seconds shouted last instructions. Mary and Georgina exchanged meaningful looks. The blonde twins nodded their own silent agreement. Ms. Sprite decided that the blacks were going to help their mother and she was going to ally herself with the blonde twins.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

Hope shouted, "Let me out!"

"Five! Four! Three! Two! Start fighting!"

ROUND ONE

A horn blared and the digital clock reset to ten minutes and then started marking off seconds. A moment of silence settled on the crowd and in the cage.

Rockets shouted, "Nigger bitch!"

Blue responded, "Cunt!"

The two leaped for one another. At the same time Mrs. Clark moved toward her daughter, Tina. The twins moved together and waited. Georgina and Mary moved out into the center of the cage.

Rockets surprised Blue with a right sidekick. Ms. Sprite noted that the stripper was able to maintain a steady balance on the spike heels. Ms. Sprite, on the other hand, was unable to effectively use some of her better foot techniques. Rockets followed up with an overhand left that missed. The spiked wooden ball and bicycle chain did not. Blue groaned as the nails bit into her shoulder. She was still bent over from the kick. Rockets continued her lightening attack with a front kick that drove the spike of her left toe into the Blues' inner right thigh. Blue cursed and charged into the big blonde. Rockets dodged and slammed her right wrist chain and spiked ball into the black's kidneys. Rockets spun ready to attack when she was taken by the charge of Blue's daughters.

Tina and Mrs. Clark sparred at long range. Their curses and threats sounded a lot like two small dogs safely locked behind glass doors challenging one another. Hope stood by and cried for them to stop. Mel, safe from Rockets and Blue, moved in behind her niece, Tina, and struck the first inter-family blow. The punch to the back of Tina's head knocked the stunned woman into her mother's waiting arms. Mrs. Clark's right fist drove up and into her daughter's left breast. The pyramid studs penetrated into the swollen globe and crushed the internal glands against the bones beneath. Tina grabbed for her mother, trying to stop her fall. Unintentionally, her finger-claws ripped open the older woman's sides. Tina fell forward anyway, stripping away more flesh from her mother. Mrs. Clark screamed and focused her attention on her bloody scratches. Big mistake! Not finished with her sneak attacks, Mel slammed a roundhouse right into Mrs. Clark's face. Mrs. Clark fell back into Hope. Tina pressed herself off the glass shards and to her knees.

Ms. Sprite yelled to the uncertain twins, "Let's get the blacks before the gang up on us." The two young twin sisters looked at the tall blonde and decided that she must know what to do. They had already been afraid of a black on blonde fight with the other team of sisters. They nodded.

Ms. Sprite turned to Belinda on her other side and yelled, "Come on. Kill those black bitches." Belinda had been right next to Mary and Georgina. She had been terrified they would gang up on her. Now she had a chance to get them.

The army of four charged across the cage. Ms. Sprite yelled for Queenie and Grace to follow. The army became six. Boom-Boom followed. Lady Crowe originally next to Blue was happy to oblige. Eight whites swooped down on Blue Washington and her two daughters.

Rockets was on the ground. Blue, Mary and Georgina's boots, toe spikes and heels ground her into the glass covered concrete floor. Her early success against her hated rival had turned to disaster as Mary and Georgina's fists and chains had driven her into the side of the cage and then to the floor. Blue had recovered and joined in the stomping and kicking. Rockets was already bleeding from multiple stabbings and glass cuts. She tried to cover her head and face and rolled into a ball. Suddenly the kicking seemed to stop. Bodies piled on. Kicking and hitting started. Screams and curses surrounded her. She could hear the sounds of blows landing, but she only felt the occasional strike.

Simpson watched the clock tick off six minutes. The battle below was divided into the race riot involving twelve women and the family feud involving four others. Blood was already flowing. The roar of the crowd was growing and he felt his own humanity giving away to the raw excitement of the savage fight.

Mel kicked Tina in the belly. Her niece gasped and rolled onto her back to escape. The glass shredded her as she rolled, but anything was better than the wounds and force behind the toe kick. Mrs. Clark was out. Mel stomped a heel down on her brother's first wife's stomach. The body jerked, but the bitch remained out. Mel then saw Hope standing by, frozen in horror. The porn queen was obviously out of her mind with terror. Mel started for her. Hope backed away with her arms raised defensively.

Eleven women fought over the top of Rockets battered body. In the dense pack the three blacks were able to use their enemies to shield themselves to a degree, but only to a degree. Ms. Sprite had slipped to the rear of the battle as had Lady Crowe. Boom-Boom was in front pounding Mary's breasts and stomach. The black woman was too busy trying to fend off the attack by the tall twins. Blue smashed Grace in the mouth. The bodybuilder fell backwards. Her place was taken by Queenie. The red headed prostitute was an experienced gangfighter. She used Blue's success to slam her metal knuckles into the big black's jaw. Blue's head snapped back and she tripped over Rockets. Queenie followed her with her boots and then backed out of the fight. Georgina and Belinda got locked together in a bloody clawing and kneeing match that sent them to the concrete. The bigger battle split into three parts.

Mel chased the beautiful porn queen to the far side of the cage away from the race riot, the unconscious Mrs. Clark and the injured Tina. The short, fat, old bitch was after Hope's youth and beauty. She didn't mean to have it for herself. She meant to mutilate it and leave Hope ruined. Finally, one of Mel's spiked balls caught Hope as she tried to dodge. The pain stopped the nineteen year old in her tracks. Mel charged into her and drove the platinum blonde porn star into the side of the cage. The unyielding metal bruised her perfect body and the wicked spikes ripped into her. Hope screams rose above everything else. The young girl clawed at her attacker's back. The fingerclaws ripped open the fat woman's back, but her fists claws were on Hope's once milky white breasts. The ballooned breasts were soon bleeding. Hope's screams continued to rise.

Tina came to her daughter's rescue. Tina's fists attacked her backstabbing aunt's from behind. For the first time the fat woman was in trouble. She spun away, but Tina stayed on her punching. The spiked balls and chains smashed and ripped even when the fists missed. Hope fell to her knees holding her breasts and sobbing as her mother and great aunt staggered away.

Georgina's fists and claws took the fight out of Belinda. The bloody white girl was trapped and beaten. Suddenly Georgina's second victory turned sour. Lady Crowe's spiked toe dug into the black's side. Ms. Sprite's right fist hit her in the ear. Georgina went over on her side in the glass. The two tall blonde's kicked and stomped her as she tried to find a hole to crawl into. Belinda got the same treatment from her two supposed allies.

Mary was helpless under the weight of Boom-Boom, Linda Lee and Jamie Lee. The blonde sisters trapped her arms and started pounding her face. Boom-Boom lay between her thighs and ripped at her once proud 48DDs.

Grace spit out two bloody teeth and crawled to where Blue was trying to rise. Rockets was finally out of her protective ball. The ex-stripper was crawling away leaving a trail of blood.

The horn sounded. The first ten minutes were over. The door opened and thirty-two leather armored males rushed into the cage. They took some damage and did a minor amount as they separated the brawlers. Once the battle was joined the women were not about to let a wounded enemy to escape. They had to be pulled from their victims. After five minutes of struggle the order was restored and the women were returned to their assigned poles.

The medical teams entered and started to work. The ten minute break started to tick off.

THE BREAK

Mrs. Clark was awake and fuming. The pain in her jaw and her sides was bad, but the fact that her bitch sister-in-law had sucker punched her was driving her mad. That fat bitch! Tina could wait. Mel would be sorry. Once that was settled she studied the effects of the first battle. She had come through it relatively well. She could see that Hope had been ruined. Her once beautiful granddaughter sobbed as the doctors examined her. Tina was a bloody mess. Some of the other women looked like they were already out of the fight. A few others looked practically unhurt.

Tina had taken some bad shots from her mother and aunt at the beginning. The glass and concrete had also cost her. However, the real damage was done during her brief fight with Mel. The fists, chains and spiked balls drew blood and bruised with every impact. She felt she had won that fight and taught the fat bitch a lesson. But she was stuck between her mother and her aunt. Either way she turned they would attack. Both of the old bitches wanted her scalp and would get it unless she got out of the way.

Mel caught her breath slowly. She was happy with herself. She had torn three generations of bitches to shreds. Hope, the platinum porn queen, would not be a problem. The little bitch had turned out to be a coward. Tina was tough and had hurt her in their end of the round fight, but Tina was next to her hated mother. Tina couldn't attack her for fear that her own mother would attack her from behind. On the other hand, Mel's left was safe. The two old rivals Rockets and Blue were practically finished and would keep each other busy. Mel decided to conserve herself and strike at Tina whenever the hard-fisted bitch turned her back.

Rockets was amazed to be alive. In fact, she was in relatively better shape than Blue. Her body was punctured by toe spikes and heel strikes. Her skin was cut by the glass and grazed by the concrete. Her face was battered and bloody, but she had spent most of the fight being stepped on, not attacked. Blue, on the other hand, had apparently run into a buzz saw and so had her bitch daughters. Rockets had survived and would get Blue all alone this time.

Blue's jaw was swollen. She had lost two teeth. Blood still dripped from her nose and the cuts in her face. Rockets had cut open her belly with the first kick of the fight. She had more than evened the score, but then the white bitches had attacked. They had beaten her daughters to the point that she was afraid that they were out of the fight. She decided to stay away from trouble as long as she could.

Lady Crowe's swollen breasts were scratched slightly. She had spike wounds on her arms and thighs. Someone had clawed her face. She had taken one straight right to the left breast. There were assorted scrapes and bruises, but all in all she had come through clean. She was sure she could outsmart these dumb bitches. The only one she was worried about was the tall, thin blonde called Ms. Sprite. That bitch had pulled out of the brawl even before she and escaped with minor wounds.

Boom-Boom was hurt, but she was happy. She had that black bitch's blood and flesh on her fingerclaws. Given another chance she would take the bitch's nipples home. She couldn't wait to get into it again.

Grace flexed her muscles and checked her body systematically for damage. One punch from the big black, Blue, had knocked her out for several minutes. Luckily, she had fallen away from the fight and no one had stomped her. She resolved to stay back and attack only from behind.

Queenie was cut and bruised, but she had taken out the big black with one punch. She was light and fast. From experience she knew that you had to keep moving in a gangfight. The two black girls on her left were practically helpless. She decided to wait into Grace made a move and then attack her from behind.

Mary and Georgina were wrecked. The black girls had been kicked, punched and clawed to the point of helplessness. The stimulants brought them out of the blackness, but the pain put them in agony. They were so badly hurt that neither would be a threat in the next round.

Belinda had been on the receiving end from Georgina. She had been saved by Ms. Sprite and Lady Crowe. She looked through her bloody goggles as the doctors cleaned them. Belinda wanted an ally and she thought Ms. Sprite might be one. She looked at the relatively untouched blonde to her left and tried to smile.

Ms. Sprite smiled at her and said, "We'll finish them this time."

Belinda nodded. She had an ally.

Dan whispered, "Finish off the black girls. Get the twins and that bloody bitch next to you to do the work. Watch that English bitch. She's smart. Keep an eye on her or she'll have her spikes in your asshole."

Ms. Sprite nodded and turned to the twins. She said, "Let's finish off the niggers!"

Jamie Lee and Linda Lee agreed enthusiastically. The twins had joined forces with each other and were in over their head without a leader. Ms. Sprite had already led them to victory. They didn't notice that she was relatively unmarked and that Mary had cut them up before they got her down.

Hope sobbed. She had been ruined. The savage fight had stunned her and left her crying in terror first and in pain second. She wanted out, but no one would help. She was trapped and knew it.

The medical teams started leaving. They had done little more than clean and compress the wounds. No stitching or coverings were permitted until the fight was over. Each woman had received a quantity of fluids, a few stimulants and some relatively tender attention. The escorts lifted those who could not or would not stand, propped them against their poles and left.

The odds board blinked and registered the final results of the betting period. The original favorite, Blue, had fallen from her previous perch. Listed in order of their selection the contestants now stood as follows: Mrs. Clark, fourteen to one; Tina, nine to one; Mel, seven to one; Rockets, eight to one; Blue, twenty-to one; Lady Crowe, seven to one; Boom-Boom, eight to one; Grace, five to one; Queenie, seven to one; Mary, thirty to one; Georgina, thirty to one; Belinda, ten to one; Ms. Sprite, six to one; Jamie Lee, seven to one; Linda Lee, seven to one; Hope, one hundred to one. The bettors favored the muscular Grace, even though she had already spent a few minutes on the concrete. The blacks and Hope were written off. Everyone else seemed to move together.

ROUND TWO

Simpson's voice called, "Thirty seconds to Round Two."

Ms. Sprite marshaled her troops, the twins and Belinda with a few last minute glances and nods. Lady Crowe noted the other woman's activities and decided that she would have to take Ms. Sprite out at an opportune moment. The crowd counted down the thirty seconds. The horn blared.

Belinda, the twins and Ms. Sprite charged toward the black sisters. Georgina and Mary shouted, "No more!"

Rockets waited a second before charging Blue. As soon as she saw the two girls under attack she charged. Blue tried to retreat, but Lady Crowe and Boom-Boom were moving on her from the left.

Grace kept out of the action. Queenie did the same.

Mrs. Clark yelled at Tina, "Let's get that bitch. We can settle this later."

Tina nodded and turned to face a suddenly worried Mel.

Hope moved to the space vacated by the twins. It was furthest from the action.

Mary tried to run. Queenie pounced. Queenie's right wrist chain whipped out and got the black girl on the forehead. Mary staggered and was caught by Belinda and Ms. Sprite. The black girl fell. The three attackers started stomping and kicking.

The twins trapped Georgina against the metal bars. Their fists pounded the black girl's face, shoulders, arms and ribs. The metal spikes on the bars dug into her flesh from her ass to her shoulders. Jamie Lee drove a spiked knee into Georgina's crotch. Linda Lee grabbed her head and slammed it back into the bars. Georgina's arms went limp. The spikes and Linda Lee kept the black girl's body upright. Jamie Lee started pumping rights and lefts into Georgina's already bleeding and swollen breasts. The spikes mulched the 46D's in to bloody bags. The beating continued.

Blue dodged away from Boom-Boom. Rockets tackled her from the side. Both women crashed onto the glass littered concrete. Boom-Boom turned to join the battle, but noticed Lady Crowe standing back watching her.

Mel fought Mrs. Crowe and Tina at long range. The spiked balls did the most damage. The tops of all three women's shoulders, arms and breasts had been speared by nails again and again. Mel slowly withdrew, hoping for help.

Grace cut across the center of the cage. She watched for an attack that didn't come. Finally, Hope, her once beautiful sister saw her approach. The look in Grace's eye was clear. The dyke bodybuilder was going to wreck her porn queen sister.

Boom-Boom decided to go after the tall English woman. Lady Crowe had been planning on attacking the Mexican stripper from behind. Now she would have to fight one-on-one. The tall woman's reach guaranteed that her spike balls ripped into the tops of Boom-Boom's brown 48Es. Boom-Boom screeched and charged in swinging like a wild woman. Lady Crowe was pressed back.

Rockets mauled her hated black rival. The concrete and glass the two fought in was freshly coated in blood and sweat. The blonde's hair started to stain red as cuts in her scalp from Blue's claws bled. Blue's goggles were completely obscured by the flood of blood that repeated butts by the blonde's spikes had sent running from an already ruined forehead. Both women's thighs and crotches were speared by the knee spikes. Rockets' fists battered Blue's breasts. The blonde's right knee ground into the black woman's already bloody belly. Blue gasped as her ovaries were probed by Rockets' spiked knee. Already weakened by the prior round's beating, the black woman slowly lost ground. Rockets tore at the hated breasts with her fingerclaws. Sometime during the mauling Blue lost her nipples and some breast meat as well. Rockets tore at the breast wounds, ripping open both breasts. Suddenly a clear plastic, silicon-filled balloon rolled into view. Rockets snorted and ripped open the tough plastic adding the silicon to the soup of blood and lymph. At that time Blue found the true blackness of unconsciousness.

Hope tried to escape, but Grace blocked her. Terrified the platinum blonde screamed and jumped out of her corner fighting like the trapped rat she was. Grace caught flatfooted. Her sister's fists and chains smashed open her face and shoulders as she stumbled backwards. Crazy with fear, Hope stayed on her tormentor. A spiked ball punctured Grace's right cheek. Hope's frantic downswing tore open the cheek from just below the ear to the jaw. Grace screamed and lashed out. The two sisters slugged at each other without a thought of defense. Grace's greater strength was balanced by Hope's hysterical energy.

Mary stopped moving. Belinda and Queenie kept kicking the bloody body. Ms. Sprite stepped back, took aim and delivered a perfect roundhouse kick to Belinda's head. The girl fell without reaction. Queenie ducked under a spiked ball and jumped out of Ms. Sprite's range. Ms. Sprite took aim and kicked Belinda as hard as she could in the temple. Satisfied she stalked Queenie.

The twins had switched positions. With Jamie Lee's cruel aid, Georgina still hung from the spikes. Linda Lee had switched to the black woman's sex. The terrible twins had ripped Georgina's breasts apart. Now they intended to mutilate her sex. The attack was unnecessary. Georgina was well on the way to death from loss of blood and shock.

Trapped against the wall Mel still fought the mother-daughter team. The battle was hand-to-hand. Unfortunately, the fat woman was outnumbered four hands to two hands. Mel was outweighed by almost three to two. Mrs. Clark grabbed at Mel's left fist just as it flattened her right breast. She gasped, but held on to the fist. Mel frantically jerked at her trapped her arm, but Tina was already striking. Her pyramidal knuckles struck the older woman on her turned cheek and ripped off a stretch of flesh. Mel gasped. Her left fist swung back toward Tina, but Tina's forearm blocked it. The right fist drove straight into Mel's left breast. The blow speared the breast and drove Mel back onto the spikes. Mrs. Clark added to the fat woman's agony by driving a spiked knee into Mel's round belly just above the pubic bone. Mel screamed and dropped her left to her crotch. Tina grabbed the left by the wrist with her left and smashed her right into Mel's mouth. The blow sheared off four teeth and ripped open the already bloody lips.

Queenie and Ms. Sprite exchanged strikes with the spiked wooden balls. Ms. Sprite missed a kick. Queenie missed a punch and took a right to her nose. The blonde followed with a knee and her claws. Queenie's gangfighting and catfighting instincts took over. The red head and the blonde spun in a bloody circle as they punched and clawed. Ms. Sprite broke off the battle.

Lady Crowe and the Mexican had bloodied each other for several minutes. They broke off the fight when Queenie stepped into range. Boom-Boom kicked at the back of the redhead's left knee. Queenie fell in a heap. Lady Crowe swung her right chain down and speared the red head's right breast. Queenie rolled across the glass shards and tackled Boom-Boom. Lady Crowe started forward, but Ms. Sprite kicked her in the kidneys.

The horn blared and the escorts entered the bloody cage. This time their job was easier and messier. The bloody women wanted to rest.

THE BREAK

Mrs. Clark groaned as her team checked the damages and did what they could to stop the bleeding. Her body was tired, out of shape and now damaged. Her right breast was grotesquely swollen and weeping blood from the nipple. Her left nipple had been cut by one of Mel's claws. Her stomach had been punctured several times by knee studs. Her back and legs were cut by glass and grazed by concrete. Her face was a bloody wreck. She began to look for a way out, but knew there wasn't one. She listened to her trainer mumble something, but she ignored the advice. This was a fight to the finish and she had to avoid further hurts.

Tina was in better shape than her mother. Mel had fought against the other woman very successfully. Tina was still bruised, cut and exhausted. With Mel practically finished she started measuring her mother. Tina hated that woman more than anyone alive. She wanted to tear out her sex and rub the bitch's face in it. Now that Mel was finished she would turn on her mother.

Mel was broken. Her right breast was open. Bloody, swollen flesh hung from tears in the flesh. One of Tina's last punches had crushed something inside her left breast. It was pulsing with pain and swelling before her eyes. Her cunt had been pierced again and again with knee spikes. Her stomach was gashed as well. Her face was a bloody mask of scratches, cuts and pressure bursts. The pain in her mouth was so bad that the loss of her teeth and part of her lip did not concern her. Mel moaned and begged, but no one would help her out.

Rockets smiled with what was left of her face. She had left Blue dead on the concrete. If tearing off her nipples and ripping open her belly and cunt had not done the job, banging her head against the concrete until it had split open must have. Rocket was missing a portion of her right breast. Her face and body were cut and punctured, but she was happy. She decided to go after wife number three, Lady Crowe.

Blue was in fact dead. Her team propped her body against the pole and left. A pool of blood, brains, silicon and other bodily fluids stained the concrete where Rockets had cracked open Blue's skull.

Lady Crowe was no longer a pale beauty. The fight with the Mexican had wrecked her. Her aristocratic face and proud athletic breasts were battered, bloody and swollen. She had beaten the Mexican on points, but was furious at herself for being drawn into a stand-up fight. Unfortunately, she thought the idiot Mexican stripper would surely attack her again.

Boom-Boom moaned as the medical team tried to stop the bleeding from her torn left breast. One of the English bitch's claws had ripped open the swollen orb from the armpit to the nipple. She had been in the thick of the fight in both rounds and her wounds had accumulated to the point that her fierce love of a fight was giving way to the pain. She needed to get away and stay away for a round.

Grace was screaming. Her beautifully self-made body was no more. Her whore of a sister had scarred her for life. The catfight had been a terrible, avoidable mistake. If she had stayed away no one would have bothered her. Instead she had tried to overwhelm a coward and the coward had turned into a lion. She had lost her face and her breasts. Hope had ruined her and broken her spirit.

Queenie was hurting like everyone else, but she had managed to avoid the bloodbath that some of the others had gotten themselves into. The fight with the blonde had not gone well, but she had gotten away with her life. She promised herself to stay away from the fighting this time.

Mary was dead.

Georgina was dying.

Belinda was still unconscious. The medical team did not expect her to live out the match. Her temple was swelling rapidly and if the brain had been as badly damaged she would surely die.

Ms. Sprite was now bloody, but she was the least hurt woman in the fight. She congratulated the twins on the job they had done on Georgina. Kicking Belinda, a potential ally, had been a calculated risk. She had hoped to finish off Belinda and Queenie with super-kicks, but the red head had escaped. Now she had an enemy. It was important to keep the two blonde twins as allies until she had dealt with Queenie and the English bitch.

Jamie Lee and Linda Lee were victorious. They had torn an enemy apart, destroyed her forever. Their confidence was high and they felt they could do anything together. Neither girl had focused on the simple fact that only one of them could win. They also seemed ready to follow Ms. Sprite forever.

Hope would never be beautiful again. Neither, would she be terrified. The brutal battle with Grace had given her back her courage and pride. She might lose, but she would not suffer from simple fear. Pain was another thing.

When the odds board flashed four names had N/A beside them. The rest of odds with the exception of Ms. Sprite had gone to ten to one. Ms. Sprite was eight to one. The bettors no longer believed that anyone had a good chance to survive this battle.

ROUND THREE

"Thirty seconds to Round Three."

Ms. Sprite nodded in the direction of Mrs. Clark, Tina and Mel. The twins nodded in the affirmative. Queenie noticed and decide to stay back and attack Grace if she moved away from the wall.

Hope planned to go after Grace.

Mrs Clark called to Tina, "Let's finish the bitch!"

Tina nodded. She planned to attack her mother as soon as she had an advantage.

The horn sounded.

Mrs. Clark and Tina closed on the helpless old woman. Both women kicked and struck the old bitch. Then Mrs. Clark slammed an elbow spike back into her daughter's mouth. The sound of breaking teeth was followed by Tina landing on her back in the glass. She had planned to clobber her mother with her next blow. Betrayed! Mrs. Clark drove a knee into Mel's crotch. Mel slid down the side of the cage, leaving strips of bloody flesh on the spikes. Mel was finished. Mrs. Clark turned to her daughter. Tina was on her stomach crawling across the glass toward some imagined place of safety.

Ms. Sprite and the twins stopped and waited for Hope to run past. The ruined porn queen wanted to finish her dyke sister. Grace started to flee, but Queenie kicked her knee from behind. The bodybuilder fell to one knee. Hope's toe spike ripped into her flat, already bloodied belly. Queenie's claws fastened onto her face from above and behind. A spiked knee hit her in the back. Hope, surprised by the help, seemed satisfy to kick the trapped women in the belly again and again. Queenie yelled the porn star on and on. The toe spikes ripped their way through the flesh and muscle until the already convulsed viscera were reached. Grace blacked out as her life drained out of her opened belly.

Rockets, Boom-Boom and Lady Crowe held to the wall and waited for the other to make the first move. They waited and waited.

Ms. Sprite held the twins back and waited for the two ongoing battles to finish.

Mrs. Clark stalked forward. Tina suddenly came alive and scrambled to her feet. Cursing through ruined lips and shattered teeth she charged her hated mother. The older woman had missed her chance. Fists, elbows, knees, headbutts, chains and nails were flying between mother and daughter. Mrs. Clark lost the rest of her front teeth and a portion of her tongue. Tina's left breast ripped open and her mother's claws found their way inside. Spikes ripped Mrs. Clark's labia off. Tina's clit was crushed by a knee and then ripped by a fingerclaw. Mrs. Clark's back was suddenly against the wall. Fear gave her strength to fight back for a moment. Her pitiless daughter tore off both her nipples and bore into belly with a spiked knee. The blackness grew and the pain stopped.

The horn sounded and the escorts restored order.

THE BREAK

The team brought Mrs. Clark back. They propped her against her pole. They gave up trying to stop the blood pumping from her breasts. She was dying.

Tina was hurting, but she could still fight. She turned her attention to her two daughters. Grace was gone. Hope looked back at her. Tina had finished her mother and now she'd finish her daughter.

The team trying to bring Mel around gave up and gave the signal. Shock, heart attack, loss of blood - died of natural causes, natural in James Morton's cage.
Rockets worsened during the ten minute stand-off, but not as badly as she would have during a fight.

Blue's body was left untouched.

Lady Crowe weighed the odds. The twins and their damned blonde leader were the real threat. She had to make peace with the Mexican and the bloody stripper. Three on three would be fair.

Boom-Boom regained her aggressiveness. She looked at the English bitch. Lady Crowe shook her head and then pointed at the three relatively unscathed blondes. Lady Crowe said, "Truce. You, Rockets, and I have got to take on those fucking blonde bitches." Heads nodded.

Grace was propped up. She continued to foul the mat.

Queenie said, "Us four against them!"

Happy for an advantage Lady Crowe, Rockets and Boom-Boom quickly agreed.

Georgina had joined her sister Mary in death during the round.

Belinda's head looked worse, but she still lived.

Ms. Sprite and the twins understood that they were now the targets. They were rested and ready.

Hope waited. She had finished her sister, now she would finish off her bitch of a mother. Family ties were always the strongest.

The bettors had stopped. The ruthless logic of the battle convinced them that dumb luck would decide the winner. They decided to ride with their prior bets and hope for dumb luck to smile on their woman.

ROUND FOUR

Oblivious to the four-on-three battle, Tina and Hope charged into each other kicking and clawing. Age and the battle with her own mother had weakened Tina far more than she realized. Hope's clawing fingers found her again and again. Tina's knee cunted the porn queen again and again, but Hope seemed to numb down there. Within a minute, Tina was backing away.

The four-on-three battle was a melee. The blondes stayed close and supported each other with kicks and chains. The effect of the nailed balls on swollen breasts was even more terrible now than earlier. Boom-Boom lost the front two inches of her left breast when Linda Lee jerked her buried nails down and out. The Mexican screamed and fell to her knees. The battle was three-on-three.

Tina lunged forward with a fist. Hope barely felt it pulverize her already burst breasts and countered with a wild punch to her mother's jaw. The studs cracked the jaw and sent Tina down into the glass on her back and side. Hope kicked Tina onto her back and then stomped on her belly with her spiked heels. The six inch spikes were much more effective with Mother Tina than the toe spikes had been with Sister Grace. Tina was mortally wounded in seconds. She took several minutes to die, fouling herself and the concrete.

Hope looked around and saw the bloody brown body of Boom-Boom on her knees holding her breasts and wailing. Still filled with blood lust, the ex-poor queen charged. Her right kick caught the Mexican's belly un-tensed. The toe spike and the force of the floor ruptured the Mexican's stomach. Boom-Boom fell back and tried to roll onto her side. Hope's killing rage saw a body still moving so she started stomping it. Her already bloody heels gashed and tore at the writhing brown form. Boom-Boom kept moving and saved her life. Hope had been turned from squealing coward to howling killing machine.

The three-on-three battle broke into three pairs. Rockets downed Linda Lee with a sidekick to the navel. The stripper closed for the kill, but Linda stopped her with a kick to the crotch. Lady Crowe and Jamie Lee fought to a bloody draw on their knees. The four women fought a death struggle with little or no thought of defense. Ms. Sprite kept her wits about her as she had always done. She retreated and forced the gangfighter, Queenie, to follow her around the ring until they were far from the other fighters. Then Ms. Sprite then attacked.

The long distance fighting during the chase had been with fists and ball strikes. Queenie knew the pattern and was prepared for another overhand by the blonde to be followed by a jab. Instead, the blonde leapt into the air and delivered a perfect front kick to the red head's chin. Ms. Sprite came down and fell back into the glass when she was thrown off balance by her boots. She spun around in the glass and prepared to repel a counterattack. Ms. Sprite had been reluctant to use any of her leg attacks because a failure would leave her wide open, but she had seen a chance to take the red head out and rolled the dice. No counterattack came. Queenie was face down in the glass, dead or knocked out.

Once again on her back, Linda Lee kicked out to stop Rocket's cruel attacks. The kick caught Rocket full in the face. The ex-stripper fell. Linda Lee crawled toward her screaming sister. Lady Crowe had ripped open Jamie Lee's breasts and had a knee in her stomach. The bitch was trying to bite Jamie Lee's nose off. Jamie Lee was no longer fighting back. Linda Lee lunged forward and rammed Lady Crowe to the side. Lady Crowe punched down at the bloody blonde's head. After three skull-jarring punches Linda Lee stopped struggling. Cupping the ruins of her own breasts the Englishwoman pulled herself up by the cage. A flash of white and red moved toward her. She looked up just as Ms. Sprite's thrust kick disappeared into her belly. Lady Crowe's world exploded.

Boom-Boom had been driven into the side of the cage by Hope's relentless kicking and stomping. The ex-porn queen continued past the point the Mexican stopped moving. Hope was no longer thinking. The pain and horror had snapped something inside her head. She was devoted to inflicting pain.

Ms. Sprite came up on the mad woman from behind. She looped her chain around Hope's neck, grabbed the ball in the other hand and yanked back. Despite the throat guard, the chain bit into the crazed woman's neck. Hope clawed back over her head, but the blonde had rammed a knee into her back. The uneven struggle lasted another minute before the ruined porno star collapsed. Ms. Sprite's climb over the fence was slow and painful, but unopposed.

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Rockets, Lady Crowe and Queenie were left to their own devices. None of them ever recovered fully from the battle over Morton's money. Hope survived the battle, but died from a drug overdose the day after her return to day-to-day life. Jamie Lee and Linda Lee regained much of their beauty with the help of their new lover's money. Ms. Sprite was most generous. She could afford to be.

The End – written in the 1990s on a dead word processor program and reborn in windows. I tried to catch any blatant errors due to the translation program, but didn’t change the content or update the technology used in the story.