Hallie was suddenly hit with a bucket of salty water, which cleaned off some of the blood from her punctured and slashed body, and while giving her fresh pain with every wound; it reduced the flow of blood. She shook her head to clear the stinging water from her eyes, and immediately saw Wendy, nude and armed, climbing through the ropes. In addition to her outstanding looks and large firm breasts, Wendy was in very good shape, having spent four days a week in the last couple of years working out at the gym for three hours per visit. As a result her body was not only very well toned, but also she had developed both her muscle strength and endurance. She had developed self-defence capability by training in Kung Fu and had progressed to kick boxing training.

Although she was never in a real match before her abduction by D-Ring Inc., she had trained hard, and had many of the kick boxing moves down. She took advantage of Hallie’s exhaustion to pose for the crowd as she had been trained to do. Hallie took the brief time to rest, knowing she had to face the fresh and ready fighter with everything she could muster if she had a hope in hell of surviving Round Two. The doctor was outside the ropes, and he slapped Hallie’s slashed butt. In the palm of his hand was an inconspicuous syringe, and with that apparently casual smack gave Hallie a strong booster to the earlier shots she had been given. Within seconds Hallie felt her energy level rise.

“For the first time in the history of D-Ring Inc., Round Two!” shouted the MC from the safety of the stage outside the ropes, with that call and the second part of the deadly contest was immediately under way. It did not begin as most fights do. Wendy and Hallie squared off, each measuring the other. In the office environment neither had seen the other in this way, and it took a moment to adjust. Their loathing for each other had a natural basis. Wendy's was more recent, having developed since she was recruited. After the initial resistance all new recruits demonstrated, she had quickly adapted to the bizarre situation in which she found herself, with the responsiveness that had made her a good manager.

Her radically altered circumstances presented her a future that was now completely different. Now her very survival was an issue with every decision she made, and the limited decisions she could make usually had life and death consequences. Her physical conditioning and training served her well in the fight ring that was the venue for her newly imposed career. Shit happens, she rationalized, and it has just dumped on me, but I am always a winner, and won’t let that change!

She eyed the young bitch who had been too ambitious with no regard for the need to pay her dues and learn through experience. Like too many ambitious young employees, Hallie had wanted it all without the expected willingness to work hard to earn promotion. That was why she had so willingly responded to the request by a stranger who had approached her several weeks ago in the newspaper’s expansive lobby and had asked her to place the four page ad on Hallie's desk.

That outrageous document, that appeared to have been produced on a home color laser printer, was clearly a practical joke, mocking the huge but mysterious D-Ring Inc.'s reputation as an aggressive recruiter for the women it featured in its questionably legal nude fights. She thought it would be funny to have the impudent, lazy girl sucked into the joke. Wendy knew Hallie was so gullible she would probably believe the ad was real. She was equally certain it was the product of a sick sense of humor of one of Hallie’s friends.

Now that she had proven herself a capable killer in the ring, Wendy knew enough of blood sport to have a whole new perspective on that bizarre ad and on Hallie. Even with the severe puncture wounds all over her body, and the many bleeding slashes she had taken, all of them leaking blood, Hallie appeared to be confident and ready to attack. She was a worthy opponent!

Wendy had been told of the four kills the pretty reporter bitch had achieved, and saw on the canvas the crumpled naked body of the totally defeated Vivian lying on its own pile of still-warm viscera. Wendy was excited, feeling her body’s response tot he adrenalin flowing through her veins. This was going to be a very exciting fight! She determined she was going to end the murderous little cunt Hallie's horrific career tonight. The alternative was unimaginable.

Wendy made the first move. She took a step forward, then raising her left leg swung in a circle. Hallie responded by lifting her right leg high, and as in a flash Wendy’s leg with the puncture weapon on the shoe came at her neck, she ducked as she managed to surprise her past boss with a deep gash on her flying calf. Wendy screamed, and by ducking low in agony with the first wound of the fight, avoided a severe second wound as Hallie spun 360 degrees and slashed at where her face would have been.

Wendy rapidly drove her right foot up, sinking her gutting blade into Hallie’s lower belly. Only Hallie’s spinning momentum prevented a rapid gutting and end of the fight, as the blade immediately jerked out, leaving a stab wound that perforated the muscle but did not the damage the intestine coil housed inside the lythe young nude.

Hallie thrust her groin forward in defiance, and she screamed “I can take anything you can dish out, cunt!” The movement revealed another result of the stab wound to her lower abdomen. Her bladder had been punctured, and although it was clearly a very small puncture, a spray of bloodstained piss emerged from the inch-long gash.

The audience laughed as they realized what had happened. Hallie had started Round One by insolently pissing at her opponent, and now she was doing it again in a quite different manner. It would be a medical challenge to restore her ability to take a leak from her cunt, and D-Ring Inc. was notorious for not taking on such expensive challenges. They had a much simpler and entertaining solution for dealing with such injuries.

Suddenly Hallie was in an extremely desperate situation. Even if she won, her chances of taking a brutal bullet for her efforts were greatly enhanced. If Wendy didn’t kill her the MC with his destructive toy would. Any further serious wounds would push her over the brink, making her not worth repairing. She backed up into the ropes, then charged forward, screaming.

Wendy’s hooks grabbed her cheeks, sinking in and pulling hard at her face-flesh, but she ignored the painful distortion of her features and crossing her arms, suddenly jerked them apart, driving her hooks into the outsides of Wendy’s firm breasts, squeezing them together so hard that they seemed to form a single mammary. Pushing as hard as she could, she moved Wendy away, and in that move the bitch had to shift her feet backward to keep her balance.

She also swung her arms wide in an attempt to keep her balance, jerking them out of Hallie’s cheeks, leaving bleeding holes on the beautiful face. Hallie took full advantage, and got the splitting weapon on her right shoe up into the bitch’s lower belly. She pushed again, and this time Wendy went down. Hallie rode with her, keeping herself upright as she went forward, holding the gutting hook on her right shoe embedded in the tight meat of Wendy’s tummy.

“Gotcha, cunt!” Hallie screamed as she hopped her left foot up by Wendy’s side. The downed woman kicked up with both feet, and her gutting blade dug into Hallie’s ass meat, cutting a deep slash around to her hip. Ignoring the pain as she had disciplined herself to do, Hallie kicked forward with her right foot, slicing her sharp shoe blade up through the buckled belly bacon of her foe.

Wendy threw herself back with the shock of what was happening to her, lending her support to the operation and heaved her stomach forward, separating the sliced meat. The first grey bulge of gut emerged from the bloody and widening gap. Hallie kicked again in a rapid series of damaging blows, extending the slit up through her foe’s navel, and didn’t stop until her weapon jammed into the squirming cunt’s lower right rib near the sternum.

Hallie pulled on her right foot but the blade was stuck in the bone, and her foot pulled out of the shoe. She put her bare foot down, but slipped on blood and the MC’s spilled semen, lost her balance and sat down hard on her wounded buttocks. Hallie threw her head back and started laughing hysterically with relief. She was down, but she had won!

She had beaten her boss in a fair fight, with hundreds of witnesses, thousands if you counted the closed-circuit TV audience. Wendy was squirming on her back on the bloodied canvas, with some of her intestines spilling out of the long spreading rip in her belly and dangling over her side. The twisting movement she made in her agony was working her viscera slowly out through the gaping wound, and the remainder was visible to the audience and the cameras through the wide rent in her belly.

Hallie’s eyes caught movement at the side of the ring. The MC was stepping into the ring, his gross erection was stiff and red from abuse, and dribbling semen. The Viagra or Cialis or whatever he was on to maintain his obscenely rigid erection was working well. Hallie noticed immediately his pistol was not in its holster; the big wicked revolver was in his hand. “You’re not finished yet, bitch!” he told her. He was right. She remembered she had to get Wendy’s heart out and into her mouth.

Hallie was deeply concerned that his big handgun was drawn. ‘Fuck,’ she thought. ‘I won the fight fair and square, and they’re still gonna fuckin’ do me!’ She got to her knees, and dug both sets of her hooks into the warm cavity of her split enemy. Wendy reached up and showed her fighting spirit and endurance when she got her hooks into Hallie’s shoulders, then with a jerk locked them into the victor’s meat. She raised her knee to bring her gutting weapon into play, believing in her desperation that somehow she could still win. Hallie twisted, unable to break the lock of the hooks in her shoulders.

She pressed her pelvis into Wendy’s groin, making access to her own belly by that murderous weapon on Wendy’s shoe impossible. Instinctively she focused on her hands, got her hooks into the cunt’s heart and ripped it out of her chest. The scream that the sudden pain produced opened Wendy’s mouth, and in an instant the rapidly pumping organ, still attached by the big blood vessels was jammed between her teeth. Wendy slammed her arm up under Wendy’s chin, forcing her to bite deeply into her own heart. That brought an immediate end to the threat of Wendy’s shoe weapon.

A long stream of steaming urine rose from between Wendy’s spread legs, and a stool slid out from between her squeezed buttocks. Her body heaved, and with a long audible sigh she slumped in death. She was the second fighter to die, and in that moment Hallie became the official winner of the organization’s first two-round death fight. She had made history!

She looked over at the MC, who was standing as if mesmerized, not looking at her. She was confused until she noticed the small device inserted in his ear. Someone was talking to him. He was receiving instructions! They were planning on how they were going to kill her!

Ms. Helene Brazier spoke into the small microphone attached to her headset from the TV control room, a station she preferred whenever an interesting bout was on the card. “How does she look?” she asked.

“Ready for a nice headshot,” the MC replied, “Unless you would prefer a blast from inside her rectum. Her cunt’s messed up and she’s bleeding piss from that wound in her belly.”

“Does she look like she might be able to recover?” Ms. Helene liked to see the brutal dispatch of a bitch in the ring as much as anyone, and had no personal feelings about any of the fighters. She was too professional for that. All of the cunts in the system were disposable, and this little bitch was no different. She also had a great business sense, and saw the value of Hallie continuing her career in the ring a bit longer, with her potential to generate huge profits for the organization. Her death would be a small price to pay for the enjoyment it would bring even those who had bet on her surviving. She was also positioned to genereate substantial revenue if she continued one more fight.

Replacing her with another outstanding young fighter would be a simple and inexpensive task. Recruitment of gorgeous young cunts, produced in a steady stream wherever the organization operated, cost less than $1,000. apiece. That low cost was thanks to the high volume the recruitment team regularly achieved. With the investment of a couple of thousand dollars more, a young woman could be conditioned and trained as a huge money-maker in the fight ring.

Because of the extreme nature of the business, a death was never considered a loss. Life at the fight casino had proven to be cheap, and none of the D-Ring fighters was irreplaceable. The gamblers continued to come because of the continued escalation of ring violence, and Ms. Helene’s job was to keep both the rate and the style of kills growing.

On the other hand, if Hallie were reasonably repairable it might be worth the effort. There were on staff excellent surgeons for special needs. In addition to her winning attitude and skills, she showed promise for further development, and the temperament and adaptability necessary for some of the special events the organization was continually developing. She also had the instincts and morality of a recruiter, and might even have some management potential. If she lasted only one more fight she could potentially earn millions more for the organization. “Can she stand up?”

“I’ll see,” the MC said. He turned to face Hallie. “Get up, bitch!”

Hallie knew better than to resist instructions from her superiors. She struggled to her feet, and bending over, jerked her right shoe out of gutted carcass of the Wendy. She put the bloody shoe on and stood, with blood streaming down her body from her extensive wounds.

“If she can make it on her own,” Ms. Helene said in her gentle business-like voice, “take her out of the ring. If she falters, drag her back in and give her a terminal dose of lead.”

Hallie saw the disappointed look on the MC’s face when she stood upright, and had no idea how to accurately read his look. He opened the ropes for her, and watched carefully for her to stumble as she moved toward the opening. She put her entire mind and body to work on doing what should have been a simple task. She was aware that any sign of physical or emotional weakness on her part would not bode well for her survival.

She was a survivor and a winner, and had just proven herself to everyone. She grinned broadly as she thrust her weapon-equipped fists in the air in an expression of triumph before stepping off the stage. The audience watched with mixed feelings as the triumphant death-fighter got out of the ring and gingerly made her way down the six stairs then made the long trek out of the casino. The painful walk seemed to take forever. It looked like she would live to fight again.