It was a familiar chant. The emperor glanced mercilessly at the scene below where one man stood above the other, his foot pressed against the fallen one's breastplate. I met his gaze, my blade’s tip hovering inches away from my opponent’s jugular. My Majesty’s gray eyes flitted from side to side, eyeing the rambunctious crowd clamoring for the fight’s conclusion. A man in white and black stripes shook his head disappointingly, sounding three sharp yelps with the silver whistle hanging off his neck. And the emperor lifted his arm solemnly...

and pointed his thumb up toward the heavens.

It's go time. The laser induced plasma rapier was tossed aside, clattering with an ominous tone against the arena floor. Kneeling besides my opponent, one padded knee against the pavement, the other against his heaving pectoral muscles, I leaned in and hissed into his ear. "We've got the greatest technology mankind has ever witnessed. Laser weaponry, magic, high energy explosives, augmented superhuman strength yet we still always wind up settling things with our fists... do you know why?" I didn't wait for a response, slamming the knuckles on my right hand across his left cheekbone, snapping his head across with a velocity that threatened to break his neck, not that I cared. "Because it feels good."

He gargled something, ejecting a molar from his mouth. The bloodied tooth bounced across the colosseum, as crimson liquid sprayed across my face to accompany his tirade of insults. "Fuck you, you disgusting bastard. I'll wreck you someday mate, then I'll fuck your wife senseless, but only after I've broken all your limbs and bashed your balls in with a hammer."

Idly, I removed both gauntlets from my hands and wiped the blood from my face. The same cursing, the same vows of revenge, all for naught… "…You'd do all those things?"

“You’re damn right.” He retorted with a growl.

“Undoubtedly. But to quote an old phrase, beggars can’t be choosers.” I sneered, before fist after fist collided against the sides of his head, throwing it side to side as the crowd screamed quotes that boiled the raging blood in my veins. “Finish him!” “Break his bones!” “Bruise his skin!” “Crush his honor!” “JAXIMUS! JAXIMUS! JAXIMUS!” They roared my name with each successive blow and I complied with all their requests, but there was one person on the sidelines whose voice and actions effortlessly overwhelmed the spectators and my attention was solely on her.

My wife, my soulmate, my life-partner watched satisfactorily from the sidelines. Men drooled over her glorious body, clad so scantily in silk robes and lace, though she was quite the sight in carbon fiber armor with a semi-automatic plasma rifle in hand as well. Toned, slender, luscious 36c perky breasts, sparkling emerald eyes, the face of a supermodel framed by fiery hair exuding a hue that could've been plucked from a phoenix's tail feathers. She smirked, knowing we were moments from conquering another couple's will. She nodded, clearly enjoying our dominant position and with that, I rose to my feet and stomped on my opponent's wrist and he screamed, a bloodcurdling, agonized yell as the bone underneath fractured.

As anticipated, a single, familiar phrase cut over the jeers and taunts. "Stop! Stop. Leave him alone, I'll swap in." A petite brunette, lithe and flexible clearly as she breached the arena’s perimeter and stepped forward. Outfitted in a white silk gown, its hem tainted with dirt and dust she finally approached us and knelt besides her husband. Wordlessly, she motioned for two doctors on the sidelines to hurry over as she cradled her husband’s broken body in her arms.

"Marianne! Baby no! No please, don't do this. I don't want him touching you I-" The husband pleaded, tears streaming down his eyes, unable to even lift his right arm to wipe his cheek. She silenced him with a tender kiss as I watched impassively, bored with the interaction already and eager to continue with the next. I removed both gauntlets, tossing them aside.

"I have to. He'll cripple you for good, put you in the hospital for a half year, maybe more, perhaps even for life if I don't do this. I'm doing this for us, not for you, for my own peace of mind." She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek before the medics lifted his aching, broken, protesting body onto a stretcher and transported him out of the arena. I considered forcing him to stay, ensuring that he would witness the violation I would force his partner to endure.

She watched him disappear into crowd before facing me. “Well then? Get on with it.” She snapped in a feisty, injured tone, arms folded across her chest, her expression that of utmost loathing and disgust. I reached forward, resting my hand on shoulder, savoring the feel of the smooth, milky white, tender skin barely shielded by the white silk dress. I lifted the strap, letting it fall aside exposing the top of her beautiful left breast. She shuddered, an action my partner noticed as she sipped a glass of red wine amusedly. I glanced back at her: she cocked her head to the side, biting her bottom lip, a sultriness spreading across her face and I thought,

I have earned my reward.

Hi, hope you enjoyed that snippet! My name is Ernest__Gangbangway and this is a prompt I've devised centered around a modern/futuristic society where the biggest attraction is gladiator fights. Couples, boyfriend and girlfriend register together and either both or one of the two fight against same sex pairings or opponents. Rounds last thirty minutes but if one fighter defeats the other within the allotted time limit, he or she is free to do whatever they desire to the loser, usually leading to beating or sexual domination. In the case of a one on one duel, the wife or husband's partner can opt to swap in as an act of mercy so their partner doesn't suffer more. This can easily expand into a much greater universe, setting, but let's work from here and see if we're a good match.

Who are you? Are you Marianne, whose husband I just vanquished in glorious combat? Will you succumb to my glory, turning into my cumslave by the day’s end, living only to please me. Or will you attempt to duel my wife in the future, for your honor and for your husband’s? Are you a spectator watching the scene from the stands? Perhaps the Emperor's wife, riled from repeated witnesses of my triumph? Maybe you're an upcoming challenger, seeking the glory and money showered upon the winner? Perhaps you're even my life partner, my wife, my second in command to my rise in power.?

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This can easily expand into a much greater universe, setting, but let's work from here and see if we're a good match. There’ll be a great number of battles, sex sessions, and plot elements throughout the roleplay. As long as this prompt is up or until I’ve edited it otherwise, I’m still welcome to new partners. I’ll be unavailable for several hours, so take your time in crafting an appropriate response. Describe your character, your kinks, where you’d like this roleplay to go and perhaps even continue the scene. Have a good day, –Ernest_Gangbangway