Fighters Club Massacre
by DEA
a genetically altered muscle goddess fights five men
Text: DEA, pictures: Hamu-San
Warning: violent&gory
Note: I wrote the text when I saw these impressive pictures. There was a
cover story to it too, but just in Japanese, so even with the help of the Babel
fish translation service, I had to guess half of the story…
…
Being genetically altered, 7 feet tall superfighter, Mizuki really
enjoyed visiting the Fighters Club. This private club was founded by
professional wrestlers and fighters, who built there a perfect place to train
and fight, completely hidden to public. A well-equipped gym, a ring and all the
other facilities were financed from many semi-legal dangerous full-contact
matches and even from crimes like blackmailing or even murders.
But Mizuki wasn’t afraid, even thought she knew the backround of the club. She wasn’t an angel either and
then she didn’t care. She was a military product trained to be a merciless
killing machine, which had escaped from military facilities. They tried to take
away her feelings and made her obey orders, but something went wrong. She
enjoyed fighting; she loved to feel pain and to cause pain. Being far stronger
than all men, she could afford toying with them. She searched for the strongest
men and fought with them just because she loved it. The Fighters Club was a
perfect place for her.
The hardest for her was to convince men to fight. The thing that worked
all the time was the men’s arrogance. Years of provoking men to fight taught
her well which words to use. This time she was lucky. She pissed off not one,
but five men. She didn’t want to hurt them (= cripple, on her scale), she just
wanted to have fun.
She kept pushing one of them until he hit her back. It was fun, since
her body was packed with some 750 pounds of steel-hard huge muscles, and she
felt almost nothing. She just smiled content that he started. This pissed the
man off even more. He started to hit her like she was a punching bag, but no
avail. At the end, she couldn’t help herself and laughed. This was too much for
him and he angrily shot a left hook at her face.
Although she was very fast, this time she wasn’t ready to react. She
moved her head, but his fist still lightly hit her beautifully made-up face. It
hurt her. Not physically, of course, but mentally. She didn’t like being hit
into her face. She frowned and before he could react, she hit back.
For the other men, it was a whistling sound like a supersonic jet. Then
something, maybe a ghost, too quickly to follow sailed around them and then the
whole ring shook with an impact.
The surprised men looked around just to find their friend lying by the ring post and everything was
covered with blood. When they looked more closely, they found his faced caved
in, crushed like when a heavyweight pro would have punched a huge overripe
tomato. But this was a human head… no doubt he was dead on the spot. The
monster of woman killed him with a single punch!
Mizuki didn’t find it anyhow new. She had killed many men that way, most
of them without any remorse. On the contrary, she really enjoyed slaughtering
some of them. Most of them looked like processed by a car crusher or a meat
grinder. She was simply that strong that it was too easy for her. It was like
when a normal man kills a kitty. How can you respect people whom you can tear
apart like a paper?
All she knew now was that she had to kill all of them… She was pissed
off, and when she was pissed off, men died.
Surprisingly, the remaining men didn’t try to run. That was kind of
weird, because they should have gotten to know that her huge muscles weren’t just innocent gigantic plastic
implants.
Maybe too shocked or angry, one of them came closer, holding his hands
up in a guard stance. She didn’t bother with hi-tech tricks. She just raised
her hand, slowly enough to show off her huge biceps, and then with a single,
lighting fast whip, simply cut both his hands and head off! Just with a mere
hand, with a single karate chop!!!
It was like a gesture saying “No!” “No” to his life… He was dead on the
spot too, sooner than he could have realized it.
Two dead, three more to come…
She quickly stepped to the closest man, who was quite well-built but
small for a wrestler, and in comparison to her, he was really tiny. She came
closer and raised her leg high in the air, a few feet over his head. Too
shocked, all he managed was to grasp her huge, oak thick thigh and for about a
second feel her incredible body. Too late he realized he had no chance at all…
Another second she just stamped down, crushing his entire body into a pulp
under her huge foot. His spine, ribs, pelvis and other bones cracked and
snapped under her immense weight like matches, immediately followed by his
skull cracking. All that in less than a second.
She literally stomped him like a worm…
She didn’t waste time with the two remaining men. They started to panic,
but by this time she had already overpowered their futile defense and held them
in a vice hard bear hug. This was her favorite way of killing men. She just
flexed her muscles hard and their ribs immediately snapped against her
muscle-packed rock hard globes. She flexed more and their ribcages literally
collapsed and caved-in. They began to cough blood. Then she flexed even harder
and broke their spines. For one of them it was the end of the misery, but for
the other it meant just more pain, a pain of the kind he had never experienced.
So, she flexed as hard as possible, squeezing them like toothpaste and crushing
and breaking everything in her way. Within seconds, their torsos were almost
reduced to a thickness of a sheet of paper, spineless and flaccid like when you
hold a towel in your hand.
When she finished her flex, she let the corpses of the two last men fall
down. She looked around. Nobody else was there, no witnesses, so she left.
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