Role-playing fighting

I'm a fan of this. I'd love to beaten up to the point of death (RP only obviously haha.) Slowly I get weaker and weaker as my opponents utterly destroys me. It's like the ultimate nomination.

Would love to have a nude fistfight to the death.

I would like it real

Me too... Very much !

Io faccio thai boxe ed è normale pensare a cosa possa succedere…

A me del death fight piace proprio l'adrenalina del saper "cosa può succedere" 😍

Nude wrestle that climaxes with both wrestling under water only one returns back up to the surface

That has been an idea of mine for years.

Mine too mm.m..m.

Yes I.like.it.pity.

I've had a recurring fantasy in which I get beaten until there's no more fight left in me, and then my rival castrates me. After cutting my balls off, he slowly shoves the knife under my ribs and into my heart.

Anyone into death fight role play with (stage/play) knives PM me.

Hello,
Me ! But I am in France.

I know this for

Oui, moi, je veux bien essayer, au poignard, plus près possible de la réalité, en essayant d'aller jusqu'à la limite.

J'aimerais vous défier nu avec une dague en plastique et me battre jusqu'à la mort pour voir qui mourra.

Interested in roleplaying this. Sounds like fun. I wouldn't mind snapping some necks or bear hugging some victims

Yes, I too would like a real brutal challenge with you

For me a fight to the death must include martial arts and/or combat Sumo, preferably naked, with a fellow heavyweight.

My styles of choice are Judo, Karate, Kung Fu and combat sumo. Full contact, no rules, so biting and ripping off body parts too all allowed, so long as it’s unarmed and lethal.

Being naked also involves cockfighting too.

Who wants to fight to the death?

Hell yeah...sounds awesome!

I accept yours

I would like a brutal encounter between naked chubbies and a cock challenge with you

Io ti sfiderei

Chatfighters has a "Death" room. I RP there sometimes. I do have a death fantasy, along with a few different scenes in which it happens. In every one of them, death is the result of a torturously slow process of total gut destruction. Much as it is here, the main orientation is towards ring fighting, but my character is a lousy fighter who'd never be found in a ring, so I end up cornered in a warehouse, alley or similar. Oh yeah, my character is such a low life cowardly villain that there's no need, in fact not possible to feel any guilt about ending me.

I would love to role play my death, keep hammering on me at the end, pull my head up by the hair and keep hammering my head.

fuck yeah man bring it on

Choose your weapon.

I would be squashed laying under the full weight of some heavy guys!

A young warrior has volunteered for what appears to be a suicide mission: to stop Viking raids along the coast. The Vikings are looting, raping and terrorizing.
For days, he tracks down the tribe and its leader. The latter is not an explorer but just a predator, a vicious, devious and bloodthirsty giant. He ends up finding their trail by their smell. These warriors are animals.
He finally finds their camp, when their leader is about to brand a captive. The young warrior leaps into the middle of the tribe and calls out to him:
"Hey you! I challenge you according to the Viking laws!
Uproar among the barbarians.
The other stands up with all his height. Pecs in front, he approaches the intruder that he dominates of a good head by holding the reddened iron and hisses...
"Viking laws forbidden to your people!
A growl rises in the ranks of the tribe's warriors.
- Your men disapprove of you," sneers the young warrior, "they think you're afraid!
The barbarian spits on the ground and pulls up his balls
- I will accept! I will dismantle you, you will roll in the dust and my foot will weigh on your head like on a slave dog!
The two men face each other and the tribe circles around them.
The young Arab goes bare-chested. And this surprises the barbarians. They are all bearded but hairless and have never seen such brown hair on their chests. Raising his arms, he flexes his biceps which appear more prominent than the Viking warriors would have imagined.
The barbarian chief and the warrior turn around each other. The chief manages to grab his opponent by the triceps to bring him to him and choke him. But the young warrior supersedes the hold, sticks him, and takes him in a bear hug. The viking's muscles bulge to escape but the youngster squeezes his ribs like steel cables. The leader desperately tries to free his arms but the other holds on and eventually throws him to the ground like a sack. The Viking falls on his back and remains on the ground, panting. He doesn't understand what is happening to him. Unfortunately for the other fighter, he didn't see a stump at his feet. He stumbles. The chief, playing with his weight, throws himself on him and crushes him, taking his breath away.
The tribe exults. Then without waiting, he straddles the young warrior and seizes him by the throat. This last one pounces, jiggles but the hands of the barbarian are like talons.
The two warriors are sweating. Their armpits are dripping.
Suddenly of a formidable and desperate blow of kidney, the young person gets free of the hold of the Viking, rises on a knee and strikes the biceps big as a ball of the barbarian leader of the edge of the left hand. The other grimaces and moves back while holding the projection of his tattooed arm.
The two men straighten up. The Viking chief advances, terrible, threatening and prepares once again to take his adversary in bearhug but the sweat made that the young person slips like an eel. He seizes the nipples of the enormous pecs of the barbarian and twists them violently. The other squeals and is stunned. He lets his muscles relax...The warrior slips under the crotch of the of the barbarian. He is behind him. Before the other one turns around, he puts his hand between his thighs, grabs his balls, squeezes them and pulls them back with a sharp blow.
This time the barbarian yells and puts the two knees on the ground...
The young warrior lets go of the balls of the chief but it is to plaster himself against his back. He straddles him, takes him in sleeperhold and throws himself back to bring his victim to the ground. His forearm plates itself against the throat of the barbarian, his biceps inflates under the effort. The other one tries to get free of the hold which is all in nerve and snarl. But the forearm of the young person crushes him the throat and he maintains his prey by a scissor to the body. And his heels come to crush the bruised balls.
"So," he said, "is that all you know how to do? Is that a barbarian leader? What do you use your muscles for?"
Indeed, soon a gurgling sound rises from the throat of the alpha and bloodthirsty warrior...
He turns red. The veins on his forehead are swollen. His resistance is softening, soon he will be knocked out definitively in front of his men who start to boo him.
He acts slyly as often in the fights and like an animal, manages to plant his teeth in the forearm of the young man who cries and releases the catch.
The viking gets up and grabs his opponent by the hair to straighten him up and clutches his head between his thighs to make it crack like a nut.But again, the sweat makes the bodies slip and prevents the holds. The young warrior escapes and makes two jumps backwards.
The Viking chief is mad with hate. He wants to take advantage of his length and swings his leg to strike a fatal blow....
But the young fighter saw it coming, he dodges and gets to the side, blocks the leg under his armpit and hooks the other leg. The viking makes a thud as he crashes to the ground...
The young warrior kept his hold. He seizes the two ankles of the barbarian and spreads him more the thighs. The other guessed the blow and tends the arms to implore the clemency of the young warrior. But this last looks him right in the eyes with a sneer and crushes him the balls with his heel. The leader's hoarse cry of pain ends in a shrill scream.
"That'll keep bitches like you from breeding" hisses the warrior.
The barbarian rolls on the ground in fetal position but his opponent is not finished with him. He slams him face down on the ground, sits on his back. He double nelson's him with his legs and lifts his arm. The barbarian cries of pain. Then he takes him in camel clutch. He pulls him back, you can almost hear the long spine of the chief cracking, and puts his fingers in his mouth as if it was a bit and he was riding it. In fact the little warrior has tamed what is now just his mount.
"Forfeit and live!" he shouts.
The other still tries to resist but ends up letting go: "I-I -forfeit"
STRONGER! shouts the young man who makes him repeat several times the sentence by working his pecs and nipples;
Then he ends up releasing him, the Viking falls back under the booing.
The youngster turns towards the tribe which cheers him, the courage and the chivalrous spirit won on the barbarism but by receiving the honors, he did not see that the Viking leader gets up behind him. He staggers and is once again about to take him as a traitor. The glance of one of the barbarians warns him and saves him. At the moment when the other one jumps on him, the youngster kneels down and uses his momentum to pass him over his shoulders and fall back to the ground.
He follows up with a scissors to the head. The embrace of the thighs of the young warrior is deadly. The barbarian warrior or what it remains of it moans, he would never have imagined such a force in these thighs there...and he struggles only limply...

"Lick my full balls!" orders the young fighter, pressing his face against his pack. The other complies despite the strong smell of sweat. When he was well humiliated, the young man tightens his
his thighs abruptly with all his forces while pushing a wild grunt. The feet of the barbarian plough the ground. All his body tressaute and he beats of the arms but clutches only air.
A sinister crack echoes through the camp. The Viking is lifeless, mouth wide open. The young warrior takes off his soaked loincloth and presses it over the defeated man. Sweat flows into the barbarian's mouth. Then he pushes his body with the tip of his foot like a vulgar package that rolls over itself. This carcass of muscles and tattoos of thick brute was reduced to nothing by a warrior smaller and less drunk than him but slim and virile...
A warrior who stands up and flexes under the tribe's hurrahs. His foot forcefully enters the Viking's mouth and he throws at the wide-eyed face, "I didn't even want you as a slave..." ¡Ingresa para ver las fotos de la galería, por favor!

Un jeune guerrier s’est porté volontaire pour ce qui apparaît comme une mission suicide : mettre fin aux raids vikings le long des côtes. Ces derniers, pillent, violent et font régner la terreur.
Pendant des jours, il va traque la tribu et son chef. Ce dernier n’est pas un explorateur mais juste un prédateur, un géant vicieux, sournois et sanguinaire. Il finit par retrouver leur trace à leur odeur. Ces guerriers sont des animaux.

Il finit par trouver leur campement. u moment où leur chef va marquer au fer rouge un captif. Le jeune guerrier bondit au milieu de la tribu et l’apostrophe :

Le barbare crache au sol et se remonte les burnes
- Moi accepter! je vais te démonter, tu rouleras dans la poussière et mon pied pèsera sur ta tête comme sur un chien d’esclave!
Les deux hommes se font face et la tribu fait cercle autour d'eux.
Le jeune arabe se met torse nu. Et cela étonne les barbares. Ils sont tous barbus mais glabres du torse et n’ont jamais vu une telle toison brune sur le torse. En levant les bras, il flexe ses biceps qui apparaissent plus saillants que les guerriers vikings n’auraient imaginé.
Le chef barbare et le guerrier se tournent autour. Le chef parvient à saisir son adversaire par le triceps va pour l'amener à lui et l’étouffer. Mais le jeune guerrer supasse la prise, le colle, et le prend en prise de l'ours. Les muscles du viking se gonflent pour s’échapper mais le jeune lui comprime les côtes comme des câbles en acier. Le chef essaie désespérément de dégager ses bras mais l’autre tient bon et finit par le jeter au sol comme un sac. Le viking tombe sur le dos et reste à terre, haletant. Il ne comprend pas ce qui lui arrive. Malheureusement pour l’autre combattant, il n’a pas vu une souche à ses pieds. Il trébuche. Le chef qui joue de son poids, se jette sur lui et l’écrase, lui coupant le souffle.
La tribu exulte. Puis sans attendre, il chevauche le jeune guerrier et le saisit à la gorge. Ce dernier ponte, gigote mais les mains du barbare sont comme des serres.
Les deux guerriers sont en sueur. Leurs aisselles ruissèlent.
Soudain d'un coup de rein formidable et désespéré, le jeune se dégage de l'emprise du viking, se dresse sur un genou et frappe le biceps gros comme un boulet du chef barbare du tranchant de la main gauche. L'autre grimace et recule en se tenant la saillie de son bras tatoué.
les deux homme se redressent. Le chef viking s'avance , terrible, menaçant et s'apprête une nouvelle fois à prendre son adversaire en bearhug mais la sueur a fait que le jeune glisse comme une anguille. Il saisit les tétons des énormes pecs du barbare et les tord violemment. L'autre couine et est stupéfait. Il laisse ses muscles se détendre...Le guerrier se glisse sous l'entrejambe du barbare.
Il est derrière lui. Avant que l'autre se retourne, il lui passe la main entre les cuisses, lui empoigne les couilles, les serre et les tire d’un coup sec en arrière en remontant.
Cette fois le barbare gueule et met les deux genoux à terre...
Le jeune guerrier lâche les couilles du chef mais c’est pour se plaquer contre son dos. Il le chevauche, le prend en sleeperhold et se jette en arrière pour amener sa victime au sol. Son avant-bras se plaque contre la gorge du barbare, son biceps se gonfle sous l’effort. L'autre essaie de se dégager de l'emprise qui est tout en nerf et en hargne. Mais l’avant bras du jeune lui écrase la gorge et il maintient sa proie par un ciseau au corps. Et ses talons viennent écraser les couilles meurtries.
« Alors, dit-il, c’est tout ce que tu sais faire ? C’est ça un chef barbare ? Tes muscles te servent à quoi ? »
De fait, bientôt un gargouillis s'élève de la gorge du guerrier alpha et sanguinaire...
Il devient rouge. Les veines de son front sont gonflées. Sa résistance s'amollit, bientôt il va être mis KO définitivement devant ses hommes qui commencent à le huer.
Il agit sournoisement comme souvent dans les combats et tel un animal, parvient à planter ses dents dans l'avant-bras du jeune homme qui crie et relâche la prise.
Le viking se relève et empoigne son adversaire par les cheveux pour le redresser et lui enserre la tête entre ses cuisses pour la faire craquer comme une noix.
Mais là encore, la sueur fait glisser les corps et empêche les prises. Le jeune guerrier échappe et fait deux bonds en arrière.
Le chef viking est fou de haine. Il veut profiter de son allonge et balance sa jambe pour porter un coup fatal....
Mais le jeune combattant l’a vu venir, il esquive et se met de côté,, bloque la jambe sous son aisselle et crochète l'autre jambe. Le viking fait un bruit sourd en s'écrasant sur le sol...
Le jeune guerrier a gardé sa prise. Il saisit les deux chevilles du barbare et lui écarte davantage les cuisses. L’autre a deviné le coup et tend les bras pour implorer la clémence du jeune guerrier. Mais ce dernier le regarde droit dans les yeux avec un rictus et lui écrase les burnes avec son talon. Le cri rauque de douleur du chef se termine en un cri strident.
"Ca évitera les salopes comme toi de se reproduire" siffle le guerrier.
Le barbare se roule au sol en position fœtale mais son adversaire n'en a pas fini avec lui. Il le plaque face contre le sol, s'assoit sur son dos. Il le prend en double nelson avec ses jambes et lui lève le bras. Le barbare crie de douleur.Puis il le prend en camel clutch. Il le tire en arrière, on entendrait presque la longue colonne vertébrale du chef craquer, et lui met les doigts dans la bouche comme si c'était un mors et qu'il le chevauchait. De fait le petit guerrier a dompté ce qui n'est plus que sa monture.
"Abandonne et vit!" lui crie- t-il.
L'autre tente encore de résister mais finit par lâcher :"J’a-ban-donne;;;"
PLUS FORT! gueule le jeune qui lui fait répéter plusieurs fois la phrase en lui travaillant les pecs et les tétons;
Puis il finit par le relâcher, Le viking retombe en sous les huées.
Le jeune se tourne vers la tribu qui l’acclame, le courage et l’esprit chevaleresque a gagné sur la barbarie mais en recevant les honneurs, il n’a pas vu que le chef viking se redresse derrière lui. Il titube et s’apprête une nouvelle fois à le prendre en traître. Le regard d’un des barbares l’avertit et le sauve. Au moment où l’autre lui saute dessus, le jeune se met à genoux et utilise sa lancée pour le passer par-dessus ses épaules et retomber au sol.
Il enchaîne par un ciseaux à la tête. L’étreinte des cuissots du jeune guerrier est mortelle. Le guerrier barbare où ce qu’il en reste râle, il n’aurait jamais imaginer une telle force dans ces cuisses là...et il ne se débat que mollement...
« Lèche mes couilles pleines ! » ordonne le jeune combattant en lui plaquant le visage contre son paquet. L’autre s’exécute en dépit de la forte odeur de sueur. Quand il a bien été humilié, le jeune homme resserre s
es cuisses brusquement de toutes ses forces en poussant un grognement sauvage. Les pieds du barbare labourent le sol. Tout son corps tressaute et il bat des bras mais n’agrippe que de l’air.
Un craquement sinistre résonne dans le campement. Le Viking est sans vie, bouche grande ouverte . le jeune guerrier enlève son pagne trempé et le presse au dessus du vaincu. La sueur coule dans la bouche du barbare. Puis il pousse son corps du bout du pied comme un vulgaire paquet quiroule sur lui-même. Cette carcasse de muscles et de tatouages de brute épaisse a été réduite à néant par un guerrier plus petit et moins bourrin que lui mais élancé et viril ...
Un guerrier qui se redresse et flexe sous les houras de la tribu. Son pied entre de force dans la bouche du Viking et il lance à la face aux yeux exorbités : « je ne voulais même pas de toi comme esclave...»

Tiens j'avais zappé celle-ci. Sympa.

C'est vraiment une histoire géniale, j'adore beaucoup ce genre d'histoire (surtout en français, ce qui est rare sur ce site).
Si tu as d'autres histoires de ce genre ou des sites sur lesquels on peux en trouver, ce serait vraiment super sympathique de le partager. Merci d'avance.

Merci ! Je ne manquerai pas de le faire alors ...👍🤼‍♂️

Ok, super ... 👍
Encore une fois, un tout grand MERCI ... 👍👍👍

I mentioned in 2020, being slowly gutpunched to death, but in the context of RP, I think there needs to be more to it than that. In fact with any of the deaths mentioned here, I think there should be some kind of context, otherwise it's probably a non-verbal role that lasts only a few seconds. I'll think about writing some scenes that accommodate my fantasy of death by gut punishment. One thing that comes to mind is interrogation which includes a lengthy session of gut punches and verbal abuse, and ends with a fatal gutpunch.

Another role can be a first person account/narration of how a person dies. One thing I think about is being restrained against a wall, and a machine with a ramming device, probably about 5" in diameter, moving forward and back, like a piston. It's not fast, like a punch would be. It's more like a slow moving thing. At first, it doesn't even touch my gut, but it slowly advances a few millimeters or so every minute or so. I start feeling the breeze of it coming close to my belly. Then it starts touching, but without any depth. Finally, I start feeling it making solid contact. It takes a good long while before it starts forcing a bit of wind out of me, but I can suck my gut in, and keep it from touching. After a while, it reaches far enough that I can't stop it from plunging into me. Even then, it doesn't really hurt, but it starts pumping the wind out of me with each plunge. Time passes, and it's starting to hurt. I start to moan. Each moan is forced out by the device. This goes on till my voice is hoarse and raspy. Each thrust causes a white hot flash of pain. It feels like the machine is having fatal sex with my gut. I lose consciousness and it's over.

Now, imagine the above thing happening while at the same time, I'm being interrogated and am begging to be let go, and that I'm begging while the machine is rhythmically forcing my breath out.

What can I say? That's how my mind works.

Love the classic gladiator contest. Especially at the end when a decision is made.

What in your opinion would be the most feminine and sexiest way to get killed ?

I think grounded, two hand-strangled, while trying desperately to unbalance the heavier assaulter, hair wildly flowing all around, legs struggling in the air and my little hands unable to break the much stronger grasp.

Second thing i can imagine is standing up, fighting with courage, speed and agility against a slower but stronger and robust huge opponent, using fancy kicks but unable to break the guard of the enemy because i lack strength and suddenly having him moving in my back and neck breaking me by surprise, killing me while i fall down like a rag doll in a cloud of petticoats...
Other ideas?

maybe throat squeezed between the legs of your opponent, desperate trying to catch some air, but only able to flop around like a fish outside the water....sourrounded by wild hair?

Could be fun. Other ideas?

tu te fais suivre par un psychologue ou un psychiatre ?

Comme c'est spirituel... On parle de roleplay là.

I’ve played this out in a couple of meetups, love this role play.

Do you usually win or lose? If you lose, how do you "die"?

That would depend on where you manage to stick your play knife or sword.

I have a ring, yes i let others use it. I love fantasy fights to the death. I play dead very well. I host overnight as well.

how do you usually "die"?

Death by Trident is ideal and a turn on

or pierced by a spear

Neck snap, trampled to death, beaten to death, berahugged to death, etc

Flattened, Split, Heart ripped out, head ripped off

Chained to a wall and slowly gut punched to death.

Neck snaps or other chokes are great ways to end a fight.

I go alone with the heels wishes

love role plays deathmatch !
my ring nearly ready... when you want ;)

I’m down let’s fight

Id want to fight and win. Who wants to play defeated?

I would love to accommodate you and let you win. You can even choose the stakes

We should hang out.

Takemedown I’d be defeated and “killed”

Yea I'm down man 👍

Let’s go I’m down

I would but am in Florida...

Would love to roleplay death match and be the defeated!

Have to wait until covid vaccine is out.

I will be your happy volunteer to be killed... 😁

Anyone into Celebrity Deathmatch?

Super into Celebrity Deathmatch. Haven't gotten to watch for years.

Do you mean the claymation TV Show? I liked it and have a few matches on DVD/vhs...

Yes. Which do you have on dvd?

Like I said it is on VHS. I looked at my DVD's, but I didn't see them. The VHS are in boxes. I think I have Hillary Clinton vs Monica Lewinsky, and prince versus Michael Jackson. I am not sure I will let you know when I find them over the weekend.

I can share what I have with you

Please include me in this Deathmatch.

I sure like to role-playing a death match with you CMDheel.. please give us a scenario you want to see acting out between two opponents right physically fighting ? who would be a celebrity you'd like to see in a deathmatch? We're very interested

I'm horny for a deathmatch, who has enough to fight this beast! Add me to skype

love to work on you love to punish ur biceps

Hero vs Villain death match ¡Ingresa para ver las fotos de la galería, por favor!

Hot but only hot if you are the heros who gets ended and destroyed by the villain

Absolutely, far prefer it if the hero is destroyed

Fully agree

I like when it ends by a sleeper hold into neckbreak.

I am always looking for a erotic death cyber fight, both as killer or victim. love the idea of dead body handling and abuse too. Roleplaying as enemy solider, assassins, mob hit, POW, robbery gone bad, etc. Available most weeknights - PM me !

Enemy soldiers and POWs are really hot. Or a prisoner turning the tables on a cop.

The thought of it is so hot... (no actual death, of course) but fighting for your life, knowing one opponent will lose everything and not walk out of the combat alive. Everything you worked for: your combat skills, years of training, your body: all destroyed and over once you lose the fight, as you descend into eternal darkness...

Would be hot to enter into "combat to the death" with you ... stripped to the waist, armed only with a knife.

that`s true…right to the point

Interested in a mock knife fight to the death in the nude. PM.

Yes, I could demonstrate a naked dagger fight to the death ...

Naked dagger fight to the death would be hot. Bring it!

I want this to happen for real ... I will play any role... and stakes... just make it end with a series of frog splashes ... smashing the life out of me

But Commandertc, i want to die under all of your frog splashes.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Nice scenarios. ¡Ingresa para ver las fotos de la galería, por favor!

I like very much too...

no ref to intervene

No ref. Fight ends til loser does not move, under his foe...

No mercy. Loser gets destroyed. ¡Ingresa para ver las fotos de la galería, por favor!

And after the loser is destroyed and defeated.
And you're on top of him like in the pic. Turn him around, face down, and claim ur prize

exactly, feel the life drain from him

Totally destroyed if he loses.

Very hot, with bare fists or ( toy) weapons .
Herkules vs Tarzan, Conan vs Barbarian...

Yeah I can go for most of that

You would be a good opponent in a role play death match with knives.

I love them since I was 7yo! Still looking for blood enemies ;-)

I will be your blood enemy!

Check out my profile

Uniforms especially for me. Love them.

- Cavemen fights for the lead of the tribe
- Guys fighting for a sadistic woman
- Deathmatch club
- Gladiators
- ...

I love when the end is brutal! Bloody and a kind of intense show for the audience like stomping to break each bones, brutal punching, ...

I have done this scene irl... so so hot. Love when I'm played out dead under my conqueror.

The best feeling, circling around and battle it out. Only one alive in the end.

Damn hot roleplay. ¡Ingresa para ver las fotos de la galería, por favor!

Yeah all of these sounds good.

Include two soldiers wrestling and fighting as well.

Me too... Il like that.

Like all those scenarios

I'm very into cyber fights like this.

I have played at this irl too, with lots of fake blood.

yes, a good merciless fight to the death is always good

I find it a lot of fun in cyber.
Barbarian VS Roman sounds fun. Could do it with a captured leader and a gladiator too.

My favorite hold is sleeper chokes. Transitions to necksnaps are hot.
Or with erotic stories, loser choking to death on the winner's cock is really hot.

Wow, both of it so hot

I'm into this.

Who likes to play the fight to the death? Hand-to-hand combat. For example between barbarian leader and Roman soldier? What is your favorite hold, fatal hold for the opponent?