Since no one seems like they are about to jump in this point, I guess I'll waste Rosita, hope you don't mind.

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Rosita is standing in front of me, her arms laced together behind her back, looking shy and a bit aloof, avoiding eye contact. She doesn't know that I know what she's done, but the spectators do, and they've come to see me wreck her.

"Same rules as always?" she asked, batting her lashes and making a cute duck face at me.
My eyes are drawn to her bouncing yellow breasts, wrapped in a skin-tight onesie. They are perky, and their nipples point straight ahead. She was adorable, but this was the end.
"New rule." I said.
"Oooh, will it be buttsex this time?" she giggled, like a schoolgirl.
"It's to the death."
She was quiet at first, starring at me with big, confused eyes, then she decided it was a joke, "Okay big boy, if you win I'll kill you."
"Good." I said, "And I'll do the same."
My serious tone clearly made her uncomfortable, but when the bell rang it was time for our bout to begin. Death battles are not unheard of in the underground fighting world, but they are rare, and she had no idea I knew she was sleeping with another man. I would tell her I knew when the time was right.



She came in swinging, but I dodged her and popped her one right in the noes.
"Ah, that's my nose, you bastard!" she tried to laugh it off, but it was bleeding. She swung wildly and madly, so I just evaded her, aggravating her further. "Why you.."
Then I slugged her in the face. She fell back against the ropes, sweating and breathing hard.
"Okay Mister mean guy, you want to get serious, we'll get serious." she turned toward the crowd, "Hey! Anybody got a weapon for me? Pretty please? My boyfriend is being a piss and I need to shut him down." she shook her tight ass in my direction while she pleaded with them, "C'mon! A chair, anything! I'll give you a kiss!" The crowd remained silent. "Fine, stingy bastards."
I took advantage of the situation, ran up and smacked her butt. She screamed in shock, and before she could turn around I grasped her pigtails.
"Ah . . . ah! Don't do that! You know I hate that!" I yanked on them and made her suffer. She moaned as I forced her to her knees. "Stop pulling them, ow, why are you being so dirty?" she seemed really worried now, but I said nothing. I pounded my knee into the bottom of her chin, blasting some of her teeth out and sending her flat onto her back, squirming and squealing. "Ah! Ah! Aaah!" tears were in her eyes.
I mounted her and pounded her face mercilessly, giving her two black eyes and multiple bruises. It felt good to let the steam off.
"Baby, please," she was moaning, "Please, what is this? What's happening?"
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I know about him." Her eyes got wide. She tried to say something, but vomited blood instead.
I got off her and faced the crowd, "Weapon." I said. I lot of things flew at me at once, but I took hold of a switchblade.
"No, no, please." she tried to crawl away, but I caught her by hair bare foot. She clawed at the floor as I dragged her over to the ropes. I stood her up against them and pulled her. by the chin, up to her feet. She moaned and drooled. I went wild with the knife, cutting gashed all over her breasts and sides, revealing skin and bleeding stripes, then I stripped her naked. She never wore anything under that outfit. When we were together it made for a quicker fuck.
Now she was naked, tied up in the ropes, sobbing and shaking and bleeding. I pressed the switchblade to her toned midsection, like a painter putting a brush to a canvas.
"Ah . . . stop . . . what are you doing?" with painful stroke I carved out one letter after another, diagonal across her flesh, I spelled my name.
"You belong to me." I said, glaring down at her.
"Yes, I know I know I'm sorry. Please let me live."
"Not a chance." I said simply.
Her eyes filled with tears, "Then, at least let me have you one more time." her tears and snot dripped on my hand, "Let me go out with a bang."
I nodded. The crowd roared as I undid my pants and penetrated her. I pounded into her for ten minutes, squeezing her hips and nearly cracking the weak bones with my hands.
"Oh, yes, please, please!" she went off soon. She always went quick, and when she was done I kept filling her until I was satisfied. All of her muscles were loose now, and puddles of blood and tears and urine gathered beneath her.
"So, are you still going to be mad?" she asked, blushing once we were both finished.
"Yes, this is the end." she fell silent. At this point she had clearly given up on life, but I wasn't done with my revenge.
An audience member handed me some barbed wire, and I used it to hang her up against the pole. It dug into her young breasts and drew more blood. I used her as a punching bag, and beat her for over and hour. She screamed and sobbed at first, but eventually just stopped struggling. After the hour was over I untied her and let her fall, a destroyed corpse. I had beaten her to death with my bare hands.
"What should we do with the body?" someone asked.
"Toss it in the garbage. I'm done with her."
Then I went to go find the other man.