Hallie, Vivian and Wendy were the first Business Women loaded into the secure armored truck known as the meat wagon for transport to the casino, since they would be the last to be taken off when they arrived at the underground loading dock. The three beautiful nudes, their hair freshly done and their makeup perfect, swung by their bound wrists from the ceiling hooks of the truck, their feet swinging above the floor and their ankles bound so that they would not be able to damage each other before they entered the D-Ring. They had received their preliminary doses of stimulants by injection before being loaded, and as the drugs kicked into high gear so did the three ladies.

They started to argue with rapidly growing passion, and before the truck was filled with the human stock for the night's card of competitive nude female battles, the three were all screaming at each other at once, with nobody listening. The vigor and intensity of their vehemence was so infectious that soon the entire load of dangling women were engaged in the screaming. The truck was not well soundproofed, and the driver keeping clear of other traffic, determined that from now on transported livestock should not only be bound but also gagged.

Although they could see nothing of the fights that preceded theirs, the trio of hook fighters slated to take part in the double-billed death-fight battle heard two shots, and shortly after each the carcass of a dead fighter, her head half missing from the brutal dum dum shell she had taken, was dragged through the holding area to the medical room for disposal. The second one caught Hallie's attention. The girl, no older than herself, had torn flesh, including the loss of most of one of her firm tits. She and her opponent had engaged in a fang fight, as the card read. They had spent some constructive time in the dentist's chair, and had their teeth replaced with permanent dentures that had real fangs.

It had really been a biting contest, and they had both been well armed with sharp curved canines which made it impossible for them to close their mouths, but which made their visage quite startling. They could bite and rip as well as a wolf. It reminded Hallie of her first fight with Vivian, where she had bitten the bitch's cunt really badly. In this case the winner, who had some deep wounds of her own, had bitten away most of her cunt, had ripped a hole in her side revealing ribs and another in her tummy, had done the near removal of the breast, then had ripped out her throat. It was incredible to think teeth could do that kind of damage.

Hallie wondered how they disposed of the dead ladies so they could never be found or identified. She'd have to ask. She realized with that thought she was losing focus, a very dangerous thing to do before a fight. At that moment the doctor bent first Vivian and then herself over the bench and injected them in the buttocks with their completion dose of stimulant to maximize their aggression in the ring. A few moments later a pair of burly handlers hauled the two fighters whose fight preceded theirs from the tunnel through the holding room, then pushed the bleeding ladies into the medical room for treatment. Their fight had been very brutal, but not fatal for either of them. Both would live to fight again, which wwas not in her plans for Vivian and Wendy.

"Okay, ladies," Ms. Helene said, "Your bout is next, after the girls have time to work the gamblers. As you well know, it's the first part of the main event, we're billing it as Round One, and I don't want you to stop fighting until your foe is dead. Is that understood?"

"I'm gonna kill that stinkin' fuckin' cunt for gettin' me into this shit," Vivian screamed. "There's no fuckin' way she's gonna beat me twice!"

"You're nothing but fuckin' dead meat!" Hallie responded. She felt rage rising in her gut, and her pupils were dilating with the drugs coursing through her system. She was pumped, and could think of nothing but getting her meat hooks into Vivian’s body.

"The winner and the dead loser will remain in the ring," the show director continued, "and they will be joined by Wendy for Round Two. That will also be a fight to the death, with no stopping until either Wendy or the winner from Round One is dead! We will require at least two dead women on the canvas before this fight is over. The gambling system we have devised requires it for payoff. Now here's how its going to happen.

“When one of you gets the other ripped, the one with her belly opened will of course still be alive. Her intestines will slide out, but her organs will probably be intact inside her. I want you to get your hooks inside her through the opening you have made, grab her heart and pull it out! When she screams, ram it into her fucking mouth!" The three combatants stared at her, startled at what she had just said. "This is fucking war!" Ms. Helene screamed at them, "Take no prisoners! Make the cunt pay for the damage she's going to do to you!" she shouted. She was now working as a motivator, adding passion to the effect of the stimulant drugs in their systems.

The three nude girls would never have imagined Ms. Helene Brazer to speak this way, and as the adrenalin kicked in they picked up on her energy. As their emotions took over they shouted "Kill! Kill! Kill" Hallie and Vivian had their backs to each other as they were fitted with their hooked appliances, with three handlers on each of them because of the weapons they were having applied. Wendy would not be fitted until the first two to fight had left for the ring. Their viciously armed spike heeled shoes came last, and when Vivian and Hallie were properly fitted Vivian was taken into the tunnel.

"What the hell is this, I'm the lead fighter tonight!" Hallie protested.

"You don't have her record in the ring," Ms. Helene told her, "so we've made you the challenger for this card. Vivian has also proved herself with these weapons, and you have only a training kill against an unarmed woman with no fight training. Hardly a good match, is it? You're definitely the underdog in this one. If you’re killed, which by now you must realize is likely, Vivian will have the glory, have your kill added to her already impressive record, and get to go to the next level in this match. By winning, if you get lucky, you get the chance to take on the other foe you nominated, Wendy, who is also a proven fighter with these weapons." Hallie was stunned at the cold reasoning being applied to her. The effect was to make her even more angry, which was Ms. Helene’s purpose.

"Why does she get a bye into the Second Round?"

"That's easy. We've done it this way so that you will fight extra hard to get to take her on. All she ever did to you was fire you, making you available for this new lucrative career. Vivian doesn't even know Wendy, but the only motivation for Vivian tonight is to lick you, then to survive Round Two. The only way she can achieve that is to whip you both. And as you know, neither of you is properly whipped until she makes you take a bite into your own heart!"

Her employers played hardball. Hallie felt trapped, but then chose to rise above that. She looked at the doctor, who was enjoying his job, with so little to do. "Give me another shot of that shit!" she screamed.

The doctor hesitated. "That will put you at risk. You've already had two large doses - your heart could explode!"

"My fuckin' heart's at risk now, asshole! Give it to me!" Hallie was feeling giddy with a rising excitement. This sport was all or nothing. She bent over the table. He had another syringe ready to give in a few moments to Wendy, for the right timing to give it maximum effect when she entered the ring. "Ram the fuckin' thing into me so I can get going!"

The doctor looked at Ms. Helene who nodded approval, then stabbed the big needle into the muscle beside the spine on Hallie's back, just below her shoulder blade. "You'll need this drug cocktail to work fast, because its time for you to go into the ring!" He pulled the thick needle out of her and stood back so that the handlers could get hold of Hallie, but she needed no persuasion to enter the long tunnel. She held her sharp hooked weapons up in front of her, ready for action. In less than two months the aspiring newspaper reporter had become a lethal killing machine, and was ready and eager to add two names to her very short kill list.

It took Hallie a few seconds to adjust from the darkness of the tunnel to the brightness of the big casino. As in all such casinos around the world, crumbly brown blood stains covered the big canvas, some of them fresher than others. Crimson and bright red stains covered much of those, with the new blood spilled this evening in earlier bouts. Standing in the middle of the largest pool of blood, where the head of the dispatched fang fighter had been blown open, stood Vivian, posturing in her spike heels and holding her weapons high as she thrust her pelvis forward, offering the gamblers exceptional views of her cleanly shaved groin.

Hallie virtually leaped onto the stage, and her handlers hurried to get her under control as Vivian's handlers did the same. It was Hallie's turn to posture and make an obscene show of herself for the gamblers, and she startled everyone by squatting over the very puddle Vivian had stood in, and dipped the round points of both her shapely ass cheeks in the freshly spilled bitch-blood. She slid her buttocks forward, and in doing so picked up enough of the crimson liquid that when she stood it ran in little rivulets down the back of her shapely legs, outlining their gentle curves. This was show business, and Hallie knew how to show it all.

The nude girls working the floor in their spike heeled shoes and collars were moving frantically among the gamblers to get all of their bets in before the signal came to end betting. Hundreds of thousands were being wagered on this battle, and that was just what was being wagered in the casino. With extensive closed circuit and pay-for-view cable distribution, the take would be in the millions.

The signal would not come until the nude waitresses had raked in everything they could, and there was big money being wagered on both of the remarkable armed nude women in the ring. Hallie's record of having already defeated Vivian swayed some, while Vivian's record of kills while Hallie had none in the ring swayed others. Defeating a woman and killing her were two different things. Whichever way the fight turned out, the high volume of large bets placed on this double-bill two round fight, with two guaranteed deaths, assured that D-Ring Inc. would make a real killing. That was the name of the game.

Hallie stared at her opponent as she was held back from commencing her attack prematurely. Vivian was a whore who deserved to die, and Hallie felt a growing rage, driven by the extra shot of stimulant stew she had taken moments before. She defied the grasp of the two handlers who tightly gripped her arms from outside the ropes and lifted one of her great looking legs so high it rested on the top rope of the D-Ring.

Thrusting and rotating her groin forward, she sent a spray of urine toward her despised opponent. Her high-pitched shrieking added to Hallie’s elevating rage, and she was desperately trying to jerk free of her handlers. Vivian was also restrained by her handlers, but was spewing venom in a stream of obscenities, none of them new to Hallie. The handlers held each of the struggling nude fighting women by their forearms, ensuring their weapons could not be used prematurely.

These were vicious hooked puncturing weapons firmly strapped onto their arms, with four sharp hooks in front of each fist, capable of punching a pencil-thick hole in the flesh nearly an inch deep. The weapon on the left spike heeled shoe was another puncture weapon, this one longer than the hooks on their arms, capable of poking two inch deep wounds into the flesh of the opponent and the right shoe bore a gutting hook, similar to but sharper than a carpet hook, capable of ripping a woman’s belly open, which was its intent. None of these handsome young men wanted to have his beautifully tanned muscular meat marked with these sadistic woman-weapons.

The nude waitresses were busy moving among the gambling spectators, rolling large bills wagered by in the women and stuffing the money into their moist vaginas as they marked chits for the big casino’s wealthy patrons. When Hallie had insisted on the second shot of stimulant Ms. Helene had immediately got on the phone and changed the odds sheet to further favor the house if Hallie won.

The betting had been frenetic but the rate was slowing, and in a couple more minutes all of the girls had retreated to extract the money stretching their wombs and hand it in along with their copies of the betting tabs. They could not steal from the organization, since they all had a deep cavity search of mouth, vagina and colon, and there was no other place to hide the rolls of hundred and thousand dollar bills they handled.

The damp bills would be cleaned of feminine moisture and dried in a special laundry before being handed over to the accounting department for processing and banking. The use of their genital orifices for temporary storage of tightly rolled bills had come from the waitresses themselves. The practice sexually stimulated them, and was commonly used throughout the casinos owned by D-Ring Inc.

In addition to be a very practical storage space, the use of the beautiful young women’s vulva for stashing the big bills was a turn-on for the gamblers, and horny gamblers placed bigger bets than the those stimulated by risk or greed alone. Although their colons were flushed before they went on duty, their thick digestive fluids were present. Cleaning the bills of the young ladies’ cunt and rectal slime put a whole new meaning to the term laundering money.

It was fight time in the D-Ring Inc.’s Chicago casino, and the big two round main event was about to begin. The lights went down in the house as the lights went up in the D-Ring. The red lights on the television cameras were on, since every angle of every moment was recorded during the live broadcast to private betting rooms around the world. Four other cameras were discretely placed and disguised in the audience, and there were cameras embedded at the base of each or the ring’s four stout posts, while remotely controlled high angle cameras captured elevated views of the action.

Because this particular Two Round event was introducing a new concept in death fights, it had raised an exceptional amount of interest. Spectators were going to enjoy two violent kills requiring both blood and substantial gore in a single event, which had been billed as a gore fight! People in the Middle East paid $250. apiece to watch and gamble on the action on big screens in select nightclubs and gambling dens.

Arabic people were always amused to watch the decadence of American entertainment, and loved to gamble on the outcome of the degenerate infidel fights. The minimum on bets in most of these establishments was $1,000. and almost everyone exceeded the minimum to see which of the nude American women would spill her viscera on the big screen first. It did make great entertainment.

In the far east there were more than 150 closed circuit feeds, and many millions of dollars had been wagered in the past hour as gamblers chose from naming the winner of the first round, how long each round would last, and which of the three gorgeous young woman would survive the incredible violence and damage they were required to inflict on each other during the impending nude combat event. Only one of these women would win, and everyone believed they knew which of the shapely ladies that would be. Although their choices differed, they placed huge bets to ensure a big payoff if they chose correctly.

They also placed bets on whether the winner would survive; the odds were that all three would be dead soon after the second was killed, and the seasoned gamblers knew it. This provided a chance for a very big payoff; because the chances were slim, most gamblers bet on triple kills. Most of the men cared nothing whether the winner survived, but most of the women in the audience showed by their betting that they hoped for all three to die, and wished to see all three spill their guts before succumbing to their wounds.

The MC, a thirty-year-old male model wearing a black silk high hat, white collar and bow tie, a broad belt holding a holster containing a silver .45 revolver, black high heeled boots and a metal band and chain harness on his raging erection climbed into the ring. He was high on a triple dose of Viagra, and he began a long and massive ejaculation as he shouted at the top of his lungs “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the D-Ring’s main event, tonight featuring a fight to the death by three gorgeous and talented ladies.” He turned to make sure everyone in the audience and the cameras got a good view of his enormous ejaculation. “Round One of this battle will be over when one of these first two gorgeous, voluptuous nudes presents us with her intestines, then dies by an erotically violent termination!”

He strolled across the ring, staying out of range of the finely honed weapons the girls wore. “As you can see from these wonderful weapons the girls are wearing on their arms and shoes, this is a gore fight. Anyone who might find excessive gore offensive may leave now without jeopardizing your bets.” There was a burst of laughter at his joke, cutting through the tension of anticipation. Both women were now grinning broadly, eager to puncture, slash and rip her opponent’s naked meat.

The adrenalin and other stimulants pumped into their systems was in full effect and both of the nude combatants were in full heat with a compelling and raging blood-lust. “There is no winner of Round One until both of these lovely ladies has contributed copiously to the blood on the mat, and one of the comely cunts is DEAD, lying on top of a heap of her own entrails, which will take us immediately to Round Two! A third competitor will enter the ring, and will immediately commence to battle the survivor, and the round will conclude only with the death of one of the remaining two combatants!”

His prodigious production of semen continued to spurt into the air, splashing onto the blood-stained and soaked canvas, making a fresh sperm-slick on which he hoped one of the fighting ladies might slip. What a rush it would be for him to know his spunk contributed directly to the death of one of these luscious cunts! His ejaculation increased in intensity and volume.

“Ladies, its puncture time! Prepare to KILL or DIE!” He quickly leaped between the ropes, spread for him by a rope assistant, and in that instant the ladies’ handlers released the two armed and excited nude bitches. Round One of the main event death-fight was on. It would only move to Round Two when one of these combatants was dead. The MC doubled over beside the ring, madly pumping his raging erection as the organ continued its seemingly endless ejaculation, painfully draining his aching and swollen testicles.

More experienced than Hallie with the hooks and rippers, Vivian held her hooks up in front of her, ready to strike. The only defence that had any meaning was against a kick to the belly by the slashing tool on the right shoe. She was anxious to get at it, wanting nothing better than to wreck revenge on the bitch who had hurt her so badly in their first fight.

She kicked her puncture weapon on her shoe up as they charged each other, and Hallie surprised her by suddenly twisting so that the kick caught her hip instead of the targeted cunt. Continuing her rapid spin, Hallie kicked high as she had learned in her kick boxing lessons, and her puncture weapon caught Vivian’s right cheek, punching a hole in it and audibly cracking lose both upper and lower molars. ‘Holy shit, that was way too easy!’ thought Hallie as Vivian spit out blood and chunks of teeth.

Vivian quickly grabbed Hallie’s buttocks with her arm weapons and jerked her arms back so the hooks seated in the firm bum meat, pulling their groins together. Hallie, seeing no immediate chance to get her shoe hook at Vivian’s belly, reached around her and crossing her weapons behind the bitch, jerked them so that the hooks embedded themselves into the meat below Vivian’s shoulder blades, pressing her breasts against Vivian’s so that the cunt couldn’t get her shoe hook into play. Vivian responded by jerking her hooks out of the buttocks and slashed the bloodied weapons at the sides of Hallie’s squeezed breasts, digging them into the bulging sides of the soft but firm fatty meat.

This was unexpected, and Hallie pulled back and twisted, producing the first scream of pain in the match. That move forced the hooks out of her breasts, and Vivian quickly reached up and dug them downward into Hallie’s shoulders, perforating the straining muscle. Hallie attempted to lift Vivian by pushing her knee up into her foe’s groin. She could feel the moist warmth of the bitch’s spread cock holster against her leg, and she realized how horny this fight was making her. Both women started using their shoe weapons on each other’s legs, painfully slashing and puncturing with each vicious kick. This action was not productive in terms of their prime objective, and forced them to break apart to regroup and re-form their attack strategy.

They stood, braced, catching their breath and focusing their minds away from the pain of their several bleeding wounds. Their medically enlarged vaginas were dripping their internal moisture as both sweat and blood slicked their nude bodies. These hot ladies were holding the attention of the casino audience and the gamblers watching the match around the world. This time it was Vivian who shifted to the kick boxing style, and she kicked at Hallie’s neck.

Hallie spun around and with her perforating weapon struck Vivian on the side of they head, higher now, making a direct hit on the beautiful bitch’s right temple, and the short weapon dug in deep, piercing through into the back of her eye socket. Vivian threw her head back as Hallie jerked the weapon free, and the combined action forced the eyeball to pop free of its socket. The gorgeous woman had suddenly lost her beauty with the flopping eyeball dangling from the dark opening of her eye socket. She had not lost vision with the released eye, but it no longer tracked with the other, and gave her painful double vision.

She had no way to shut down the bizarre second view that confused what she saw with her intact eye. Her brain could not separate nor integrate the images her eyes delivered because the two images were totally dissimilar. This development was definitely not good news for Vivian. If use of her hands were not restricted by the weapons she wore she would try to pop the eyeball back into its socket, but she had no way to do this.

As she desperately hugged Hallie to her torso she thought of ripping the removed eye completely out to turn off the double image, but before she could act Hallie got one of her hooks onto the swinging eyeball and jerked it sharply to the side, providing such pressure inside it that the orb distorted then exploded, releasing its fluid contents in a splatter than missed them both.

Vivian made a reflexive move that made her totally vulnerable; her arms flew behind her and she grasped at her own firm bum, a habit she had practiced for years when she was shocked, just as some women will cover their mouth or scream. This move proved to be a huge mistake. Realizing what she had done, she jerked her arms upward, digging the hooks on her weapons deep into her buttock meat with such force that a hook jammed into the base of her hipbone on each buttock. She sat down hard with the hooks trapped between the canvas and her buttocks, driving the hooks so that they jammed into the bone, firmly holding her arms behind her. Her hooks were locked in her own body, leaving her belly vulnerable.

Hallie was ecstatic, totally exhilarated at her good fortune. She leaned forward and stabbed her hooks into the bulging sides of Vivian’s big breasts, digging in them as deep as possible, then tugged the full mammaries, stretching and distorting them to draw fresh screams from the downed bitch. She set her legs apart to brace herself as she tugged the fatty flesh, and paid the price; Vivian’s left foot slammed upward and jammed the pointed shoe-mounted weapon into Hallie’s inner thigh inches below her groin, and as quickly as it jerked out the right foot slashed upward.

Hallie threw her head back as the sharp hook ripped up into the hollow of her groin close beside the bulge of her vulva. She realized the battle was far from over, and focused her mind past the searing pain. She got her hooks into Vivian’s ribs and jerked the bitch upward, hoping to force her to drop her foot. A side effect was that Vivian was successful in wrenching her own hooks out of her own buttocks.

Instantly she went at Hallie’s ribs, and as they sunk into the meat on Hallie’s side Hallie retaliated, digging her hooks into Vivian’s forearms. When she yanked them outward the hooks did surprising internal damage, stretching the sinues until there was an ominous ‘pop!’ from each arm. Vivian’s scream was intense, and she kicked wildly at Hallie’s cunt, but she was unable to score another direct hit. Her blade dug in again to the meat of in the tight curve where the leg met the groin. Vivian twisted her foot in agony, forcing the blade on her shoe to spread the meat of Hallie’s groin, and blood spurted from the opened wound. In the process the blade came out of Hallie’s flesh, and stabbed her thigh a few inches lower.

Hallie’s instinct was to use offence as defense, which was the right thing to do in the circumstances. She kicked her right foot hard into Vivian’s groin. Her aim was good, and the blade drove into the vestibule, slicing a deep trough just to the right of the inner lips, creating a second shaft. Vivian’s arms flapped wildly, but were no longer useful because she had lost all control of them. She sank to her knees, wailing more with excitement than with fear or self-pity. Vivian thrust her belly outward and her grion forward, reaching for the blade that was now certain to gut her.

Hallie kicked upward, driving her blade into the offered cunt, attempting to rip the downed bitch, but Vivian’s pelvic bone prevented the blade from slicing up into her belly. Hallie kicked at the breasts held by her hooks, cutting deep slashes across the fatty meat. Inner strands of tit meat dangled from Vivian’s bleeding breast wounds, joining the blood that sheeted over her naked front.

Then Hallie got down to her primary business as a fighting Business Woman. She kicked hard and drove the gutting blade into Vivian’s solar plexus, digging it deep into the hated bitch’s raw belly bacon. With her arms no longer useful, and knowing she was losing to her despised foe, Vivian realized she had to participate right to the end, and kicked out wildly with both legs, doing what damage she could to Hallie while it was still possible. Hallie took both puncture wounds and slashes to the back of her gorgeous bare legs.

Men and women around the world watching the outstanding fight were masturbating openly as they realized a death was imminent. They cheered as Hallie took her only acceptable escape from the flailing legs and raised up onto the foot with its blade lodged in Vivian’s upper belly. Vivian looked up, at first in shock but then surprisingly what appeared to be acceptance.

She was losing this fight, and saw that at least for her the thrill of the fight was in participating, not in winning or losing. She was giving her life to her opponent, and in the process bonding with her. They were one. This was incredible! The pain was no longer feared, but was bringing her to an astounding orgasm! This was the ultimate thrill! The drugs in her system were doing what they were so well designed to do.

Like with the society woman she had gutted earlier in the week, Hallie pushed downward with all her might, and the sharp blade on her shoe did its work, slicing through the muscle of Vivian’s belly, down through her navel and across the tight round of folded meat until it dug into the top of the ripped bitch’s pelvic bone. Her foe was now a ripped pig.

With her arms pinned behind her, Vivian struggled to sit up, and in the process her ripped tummy parted, releasing the first of her viscera. Hallie got behind her to stay out of range of the kicking legs, and dug her hooks into Vivian’s ribs. With a firm seating of the hooks, she was able to lift her severely wounded opponent to her feet, and slamming a knee up against the bitch’s cunt, pushed her forward, forcing out the remainder of her entrails, which dragged between their legs as she pushed the defeated cunt across the ring.

The gorgeous bodies of both nude and slashed women were coated in blood, and Vivian was alive only because the cocktail they had both had injected was loaded with a stimulant that had their bone marrow producing replacement blood at an extraordinary and unsustainable rate. Hallie spun around so that Vivian faced the audience, jerked her left weapon out of the cunt’s ribs and dug her released hooks into Vivian’s chest through the obscene opening in her front. Reaching up into her chest cavity she grasped for the bitch’s heart, seized it in the hook, and the immediate scream driven by incredible pain got Vivian’s mouth open.

Before the split bitch could die from the trauma of puncture wounds to her heart, Hallie got Vivian’s primary organ out of her, and jammed it into the one-eyed cunt’s gaping and screaming mouth. She could feel the vital organ was still beating as it went into the hated cunt’s gaping ripped maw, and she withdrew her other set of hooks from her defeated enemy’s ribs to allow the dying cunt to drop to the floor.

Vivian’s terribly violated body quivered, heaved, then slumped in death. The totally ruined young woman was dead within seconds of hitting the canvas. Ms. Helene had told her that if Vivian was defeated in either the first or second round, a few small choice pieces of her body would be removed and deposited in incriminating places to ensure the conviction of Brad for her murder. Hallie was very pleased that the bitch that had stolen her husband would contribute direct evidence to implicate him and seal his fate to a death sentence. He would join the cunt in hell!

Hallie felt a sudden exhilaration. She had a ring kill to her credit, and it was the cunt she hated most in her whole life! She was a winner, and the inconvenience of the wounds she had taken was nothing compared to the thrill of being a winner in the most extreme sport in the world! She was the best! Vivian lay in a crumpled, gutted heap, her weapons now useless to her, totally defeated by the woman who had nominated her as an opponent, and signed consent for her to fight.

Hallie had reduced her to a pile of meat, as worthless dead as she had been alive. Killing another woman was not at all horrible, as she had earlier feared. Being in charge and the best was everything, and she was both. The blood dripping from Hallie’s wounds and from her weapons was a tribute to her as a true fighter, and for the moment felt she was indomitable.