Ewa vs. Crimson Desire with Natalia War Kitten – Triple Fun! Fuck The Ref!

CrimsonDesire vs. Ewa with Natalia War Kitten (as Referee) from FCF.
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CrimsonDesire‘s Preamble:

Sometimes an opportunity comes around that is too perfect. I don’t need a reason to fight Ewa. Let’s get that out of the way. Any place, any time, I’d be happy to pull that bitch’s hair out and paint a masterpiece of claw marks on her body for my pleasure and her pain. But the chance to fight Ewa with Natalia War Kitten as our prize… that is just a divine thought. And that’s what happened.

Welcome, everyone, to the International Erotic Catfighting League. Welcome to the future where catfighters are rockstars and the most beautiful women in the world would rather fight and play sadistic games than stand in front of a camera and fake smile. Welcome to the madness that is a “Fuck the Ref” match with Ewa and me fighting for Natty’s perfect body. Welcome, and enjoy.

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Round 1

Natalia – Natalia War Kitten

Tonight is THE big night, but I’m not really that thrilled. The final Grand Slam for 2088 Winter Season and probably the biggest PPV of the entire year tonight will pretty much determine the final standing on the Season leaderboard. Given that Grand Slam victories count for four, there are little chances that the few matches left to close the season will have enough impact to change the rankings. This season has been particularly exhilarating, and I can tell that everybody is excited to see who will come on top…. but although I’m booked to participate in the main event of the biggest night in the International Erotic Catfighting League year I’m not thrilled at ALL.

Actually, I’m quite annoyed, since my participation in the main event won’t be as a competitor but as the referee…. the referee in a match where my two most hated rivals will fight to claim the gold for the entire season…. and as if that wasn’t enough tonight’s PPV is the world infamous Fuck the Ref Grand Slam.. which means the winner gets to fuck the referee. So not only I’m going to have to be there to raise the hand of one of my nemesis, but I’m going to get fucked…and without even fighting.

The IECL loves those kinds of events and for a good reason… they are the ones that attract the most viewers. Even though IECL arenas are small, and only the richest folks can dream of paying to watch the fights live, the matches are streamed into the web and watched by millions of horny fans all over the world. I heard a few members of the staff saying that they expected this night to break the viewership record of last Season’s finale…. great.

This certainly has been one terrible season for me. My record wasn’t great from the start, but I was still holding my place among the top fighters… and then I had to face Ewa at the Sydney’s Tamers Invitational…and got my ass owned… completely… in a very one-sided battle. Being collared and fucked by Ewa after such a humiliating defeat was truly devastating and from there my season took a nose dive… and just when I started to get some wins and it seemed I could go back to the top rankings I had to face Kim in the Hair vs. Hair Grand Slam…. and I got my ass owned again.

As it is tradition, Kim let me decide if I wanted her to give me a haircut or shave my pubes… and although I ABSOLUTELY hate to have my pussy shaved I was not going to let her cut my hair. And with that defeat, my season was pretty much doomed… not even among the top 5 now….and not even getting a match in the last Grand Slam…or so I thought. But then the IECL made the decision to let the fans vote over the internet to select who the referees would be for the Fuck the Ref event…. and the assholes of the world decided to make me referee of the main event…Ewa vs. Kim.

I head to the dressing rooms since I’m a referee I don’t even get to have my private changing room and start to take off my clothes, groaning annoyed as I look down at my still completely bald pussy, I so want to kill those two. I ask one of the girls where are the referee uniforms, and she tells me there are no uniforms and we are wearing only body paint. I need a couple of minutes to calm myself because I really want to punch someone and then head to the backroom where a group of attendants is painting all the referees to wait to be painted as well.

Two girls come with nothing but black and white painting and tell me to put my hands on the back of my head holding my hair up and spread my legs a bit…and as I do they start painting what would seem to be the briefest of booty shorts, black with mock white laces on my crotch and then a striped “top”, open in the front with a “knot” right under my breasts. They tell me to stay still until the paint dries… but then another member of the staff enters the place yelling that the last match has ended earlier than expected and that I have to get to the arena right now.

And so, I enter the luxurious French club that serves as an arena for this Grand Slam. The place isn’t that big, but it sure is packed, probably two thousand people in a place for five hundred… there is barely any room to move, the ‘aisle’ that leads to the mats is barely six feet long, and I have to basically walk naked surrounded by the fans. The French fans are not very polite, but that isn’t surprising, I’m used to hearing all manner of catcalls whistles and obscene mockeries, even when wearing a lot more than what I’m wearing now. Heck, some fans even clap and cheer… that was kind of nice I guess. I enter the mats and move besides the announcer, standing there, hands on my hips as I wait for the two whores. There is a droplet of black paint running down my left inner thigh… and I guess the painting didn’t dry as it should…. or is it that I’m a bit wet?…

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Kimberly – CrimsonDesire

The big night is finally here, and I couldn’t be more excited. Since I joined the IECL two girls, in particular, have been a fucking THORN in my side: Natalia and Ewa. Don’t get me wrong. Both girls are gorgeous, and their presence in the league and our rivalries have only driven ratings up and up, which has meant more viewers and greater contracts. But the extra money we’ve all made together doesn’t change the fact that when the fight starts, we’ve all done awful things to each other.

There’s a reason we all dislike each other. We’ve all earned it. We’ve all done stuff to each other, whether fucking or fighting, that’s tough to come back from and tough to just shake hands after. At least Natalia and I were on speaking terms until our Hair vs. Hair match which ended with me holding her down and shaving her delicious sex before shoving a strapon in her pussy and my tongue in her mouth. We’d at least been cordial and civil until then, although it doesn’t surprise me that she’s very pissed at me now. But that’s not how it is with that bitch Ewa. There was never a time that cxnt and I even pretended to get along. Not even for a moment.

That bitch and I are two and two, and it bugs me every day that I’m in a tie with that slut. I’ve been watching the rankings, watching her rack up win after win as I did the same. I even watched her win over Natalia at the Tamer’s Invitational. I thought for sure Natalia would take her, and I was all set to watch that Polish cxnt get paraded all over the arena on her hands and knees like the bitch I know she is.

But she didn’t, and instead, it was Natalia getting paraded around and fucked, and from that point on I knew we were on a collision course for Fuck the Ref, and there was no doubt in my mind about who the fans were going to choose to referee our fight. And ohhhh my goodness… my brain is spinning just imagining how wild, catty, sexual, and even dangerous it could get with all three of us in the ring together.

And of course, this was no ordinary match. Our fate was totally in Natalia’s hand. The tie breaker not coming down to us and our claws and slaps or our headlocks and scissors, but to points awarded to us by a woman whose pussy I shaved and whom Ewa walked her around with a collar before fucking her hard. And we have special attire for this fight. Not the bikinis or lingerie which the fan LOVE to see, but more clothing meant to extend the fight, since this fight has rounds, and we must fight for 30 minutes, and to give us more points as we slowly shred each other’s armor.

I check myself in the mirror. My short red hair is down and tucked back behind my ears. My red blouse is tucked into my black skirt with a slit on the side designed to show more leg, but in this case, its primary purpose is to make sure that my legs aren’t too constricted. Underneath I have on a black lace bra and thong that do their best to cover as much as possible while still showing off all the goods to fans who have paid top dollar to be here in person and all the thousands, maybe even millions, who have paid to stream this fight online. I stand there in my heels, with my black thigh high stockings with straps that connect to my black garter, and while I am lost in thought, I hear a knock at the door. “They’re ready.”

There are screams, catcalls, cheers, boos, and hands all over me as I push my way through the crowd to the mats. And as I make my way through, there’s Natalia and mmmmmmmm… naked, except for the body pain which does nothing to hide every one of her delicious curves. She snarls a bit as she sees me, and I flip her the middle finger as I step onto the mat and wait for Ewa.

But as I turn my back to her and face the entrance, knowing I’m a fool to ever turn my back on that Polish cxnt for even a second, I can’t help but smile at the wetness running down Natalia’s leg. She might hate us, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that the two hottest girls in the league are moments away from fighting for the right to fuck her incredible body.

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Ewa S.

“Ewa!! Ewa!!! A moment please!!!” — I hear the loud screechy obnoxious voice over the dozen or so reporters blocking my way into the building. I huff nervously as my two bodyguards create a barrier around me with their arms and bodies, but the reporters are too stubborn and making sure to slow us down enough that I end up standing in place, my long fur coat covering my body as the flashes of their cameras blast off my large shades.

“Ewa!! One question for the Inquirer please!!” — Huh?? The Inquirer?? I guess their subscriptions must have really plummeted to venture into this form of… ‘entertainment’… I still remember the righteous crusade they launched at the industry in the early 2040’s calling it smut, violence porn, and the sadist’s playground. So, I turn my head and smile, and point with my index finger at that particular reporter; “You… What’s your question?”

She grins and wrestles her way through the bodies just enough to reach with her microphone to few inches from my pursed lips and asks; “After four battles with Kimberly, and two heavy, heavy losses, the latest of which was just two months back, how do you value your chances?” — She’s lucky that my shades are covering my face because quite honestly, I was ready to melt her where she stands with my glare, but I just smile and tilt my head.

“You just said it, I beat the bitch twice. And my two losses, I wasn’t really at my 100%, I was recovering from a cold.” — I lie blatantly, and she just grins and fires back; “And are you at 100% tonight??” — I give her a glare, and lean into the microphone, even as my bodyguards start shuffling and pushing me inside the building; “Tonight, I’m going to make that slut Natalia sing when I’m fucking her over Kim’s beaten, fat ass!” The cameras flash as we make it into the building, and I walk furiously to the elevator, my heart already pumping. I tried my best to not think of that last fight, but here I am, surrounded by idiots who want nothing but rile me up and throw my game.

I get into my changing room, my bodyguards bringing in my suitcases and I gesture for them to leave without even looking at their direction. They shut the door and stand guard outside. I toss my body at the couch and glance at the clock. 54 minutes left. Well, I got time. I just grab my phone and check social media. We’re trending… FUCK… I like seeing my name, but the problem is that WE are trending. My name and that cxnt’s.

I bite my bottom lip as I check the Vegas stakes, 52/48… In her fucking favor!! God damn it!!! I guess the memory of my recent loss is fresher in their minds that the beatings I’ve given her… Mother fucker!!! And as I am scrolling I see a picture from that last fight, that fucking ‘Sit on her face’ match, with that tramp’s ass straddling my face, my hands trapped under her shins, and her fingers spread all over my bruised and scratched breasts… ARRGHHH!!! I scream in anger and fling my phone across the room… That’s it… I’m going to fucking cripple her tonight! She won’t be fighting again!

45 minutes pass, and I hear the knocks on my door. I don’t respond; I’m just putting the final touches on my makeup, lining up my lipstick, as I check myself in the mirror. My white blouse form fitting, but not too tight to strain the buttons. Enough cleavage is showing, along with a hint of my white lacey bra beneath it. There was no restriction on the material, so I went with a leather skirt, knee length.

The material both light and sturdy enough, it won’t make it easy for that cxnt to rip and should buy me few moments. I set my right heel on the small stool, hiking up the skirt and I check the garter straps hooking to the tops of my stockings. They are secured. And only after the third knock do I walk to the door, and open it, giving the usher an intimidating glare before purring; “I’m ready.”

She turns and leads me down the hallway, and I can hear the roaring fans. The sound that just makes adrenaline pump through my veins. I’m in the zone. In the fucking zone, as I step out into the busy auditorium, I can only see the swaying arms, the sweaty overzealous fans and the drunken, horny looks on their faces. The Usher struggles to make way for us, as I can feel the fingers reaching to touch my shoulder, back, and hair, and as a female fan actually makes a grab on my hair, I grab her wrist and TWIST it so hard she screams out and falls on her boyfriend’s lap, but I don’t even bother turning to look.

I make my way to the arena, and my eyes narrow, there you are… The two of you… The cxnt, and the bigger cxnt. And to be honest, I’m not even sure who is who… I see the look on Natty’s face, and I smirk, tilting my head, as I look up and down at her, walking up to her left side, as Kim is on the right, and I purr; “Nice Zebra costume… Good thing you’re bald down there or those pretty straps would have looked weird Natty.”

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Natalia

I endure the hollering of the fans the best I can, standing in the middle of the mats waiting…and I have to wait a lot more since the two fucking divas are taking her time to enter…and the horny fans are getting more and more rowdy and well…horny. Finally, Kim enters first, and the attention shifts from me to her… which is a sort of relief but also annoys me since I hate being outdone. I literally growl at her when she comes closer, and she gives me fingers… and I have a very hard time resisting the urge to pounce on her. “fuck you cheap skank…” I say back…not sure if she can hear me with all the noise the fans are making…. they sure seem excited to see this main event.

And next comes Ewa, the attention once again shifting to her as it is now her turn to endure the comments of the fans… and there seems to be some kind of altercation…. but even getting in my tippy toes I cannot see what happened. I look at both of you, both dressed a lot better than me…which isn’t hard right now… but that brings a smile to my face for I know those clothes won’t last…and they will be removed in most painful ways. I take a deep breathe to calm myself and not pounce on Ewa when she too taunts me. “Eat shit Ewa…” Is my only answer, muttered while keeping my pose and my perfect smile.

The announcer finishes with the introductions in French and then passes me a headset with a microphone, so everybody can hear me announcing the points, and I step forward to stand in the middle of you two. “Ok whores … listen carefully. I know you two are stupid, and I don’t want to repeat myself so pay attention to my instructions.” I say making no effort to hide how much I dislike you both. Yes, I know I’m getting fucked at the end of the show but right now I’m the authority and if I am going to lord over you two for as long as it lasts.

“We are doing three rounds of ten minutes (10 posts each) with two minutes of rest. All three rounds will be fought unless one of you is too much of a wimp and decides she can’t continue. The winner will be the one who has scored the most points at the end of the three rounds … I’ll be awarding the points.” … I say with a mischievous smile. I know how IECL is run and I know nobody is going to complain if I act a bit unfairly.

“You’ll be awarded:

One point for each piece of your opponent’s clothes you claim and an extra point for each piece of your clothes you keep at the end of the round.

One point for each submission or smother hold…

One point for each takedown…

Three points for actually making your opponent submit…

Three points for a ten-count pin…

Three points for a knockout…

and

Four points for a smother… either submission or knockout…

My eyes lower against my will, and I quickly find myself staring at your heavy bosoms. “Follow my instructions at ALL times…” I continue, really starting to like bossing you two whores around. “If I tell you to stop you stop… if I tell you to go to your side you go to your side… and if you don’t… I’m penalizing your whore asses and taking fucking points away….” I add…. realizing a bit too late that maybe I shouldn’t have said it that way…. but the fans seem to be loving it.

“Did you bitches understand? … I know you didn’t… doesn’t matter… step back and come out fighting when I tell you…” I say, putting my hands on your chests and pushing you back. The wetness between my legs is starting to bother me…. just as much as the fact that my nipples are starting to harden. I try not to think about it… and once you are at a good distance I raise my hand and yell, “FIGHT!”

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Kimberly

I haven’t forgotten what Ewa did to me. I back came into the league like I was on fire. I toyed around with this a bit when I was younger, but when I got pregnant and started my family, it was time to put that all behind me. But the itch never went away, and by the time my second child was crawling, I was back in the league and stack up win after win, until… “hey, we’ve got the PERFECT girl for you to fight. In fact, you two might actually get along outside the ring.”

God damn it. If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it 50 fucking times that Ewa and I seem so much alike that we’d have to get along. Do these people really think that two equally matched women who give their heart and soul into erotic catfighting are going to get along? Well… we didn’t, and after win after win I ran into her claws, and I paid for it. I’d have never experienced anything so intense. She was on top of me, naked body to naked body, tribbing me, fucking me, taking my head out of the fight as she just clawed me apart. She was smiling as she put her hands on my breasts and made me start to leak milk. She was purring as she clawed deeply up the side of my body. I knew right then as I sobbed my defeat that I had found my rival. And that’s what we’ve been ever since.

Eighty years ago, this might have been a private feud between two women who knew they had to fight but mostly had to keep it a secret. Not in today’s world though. Kim/Ewa is a thing. So is Natty, Ewa, and Kim. You say those names, just the first name, and especially together, and it seems everyone knows who you mean. And for the first time in the history of these rivalries, after all the paparazzi, the tabloid, the interviews, the protests by the church, and the huge contracts, for the first time we’re all in the arena together.

The excitement of the crowd is almost palpable, and I can feel it coursing through my body. It’s making me salivate. It’s making my nipples harden, and my clit stiffen. It’s making my muscles flex and tense. We’re all rock stars, paid to do what we do best: fight and fuck other women, and the greatest concert of all time is about to begin.

The most dangerous woman I know is just feet away from me, and we’re both seething and anxious for the change to rip into each other again. But for the moment, someone just as dangerous (despite her recent unfortunate losing streak) is between us. I hear the announcement in French, and then your announcement, and I just shake my head as I glare at you. If it weren’t for the cxnt I can see just past you I’d be all over you, ripping you down to the ground and ripping out that bush you’re so proud of … if I hadn’t already shaved it off.

I breathe in deep and listen to the scoring, trying to make sure I have it all memorized, although part of me worries it might not matter one bit how the official scoring is supposed to go. I feel Natty’s eyes drop down and I smirk. The one thing Ewa and I have over her is our breasts, and that might be the only thing. And she knows it too. I haven’t had a fight with that bitch Natty where she hasn’t tried her best to get her hands on my tits and make them suffer as best she could. But my thoughts shift back to Ewa… I have to fight this whore for 30 minutes, which is a LONG time to fight anyone, much less that cxnt. But hey… that’s just 30 minutes to use her body as I please and to listen to the points spin like the point counter in an arcade game.

I hear Natty’s remarks, and all I can do is purse my lips and snarl at her. “Fuck you, Natty,” I say as her hand pushes on my chest and feels my hard nipples… “I’m going to make you pay when I’m done with this whore!” I glare at Ewa as Natty just smirks. She’s got all the control for the moment, and as she yells fight, it’s like Ewa and I are shot out of a canon at each other. The crowd erupts, but even over their roar, I can hear the words flying from your mouth as I curse you all the same… “WHORE!!! cxnt!!!” We shout as we lunge at each other.

My hands come up right to your breasts, and I grab. I know what Natty likes, and this is as much about pleasing the ref as it is trying to hurt each other. My hands squeeze around the side of your tits, making sure to squeeze as much of your blouse as I can as my hands clench, and with your blouse stretched across the front of your chest with my legs driving and pushing me into you. My hands tug apart as I try to rip your blouse open and send the buttons flying, hoping to scores some points, literally or metaphorically, with the gorgeous bitch in whose hands our fates rest tonight.

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Ewa

I stand there, next to Natty, but I don’t have my side turned to her fully. Despite the charming little grin and her nudity, I know that the skank is NOT vulnerable by any means. I’ve seen her get psycho crazy during matches before, even when she was not involved, and I’m pretty damn certain that she wouldn’t mind a month’s suspension or any fine for the pleasure of attacking Kim or me. — Someone else in my place, would have considered kissing some ass and trying to tilt the ref into my favor, but I don’t do things this way; besides… It’s not like Kim is going to win Natty either.

I hear the French announcer talk, as I keep on a pretty smile, my hands on my hips, arching my back to push my 36FF’s out, and show my slim waist and flat abs; but when the headset goes to Natty my eyes almost pop out when she begins it with ‘Ok whores…’ the crowd erupts in a cheer, loving it, and that certainly means that no one in the IECL will run in to replace the ref. They care only about the ratings, and this Mexican tart’s performance is driving the fans up the roof.

You ask us if we understand, and we both give you a dirty look. “Kiss my ass, puta…” I hiss at her, and she immediately answers with a hard palm to our chest sending us stumbling back. I growl, and for a moment I consider just pouncing on Natalia instead; but then I hear the ‘FIGHT’ yell, and I grimace and turn to Kim, my body tensing, and we THRUST at each other. Screeching as my hands shoot up, I roar out; “WHORE!”

At the same time, the redheaded mama roars “cxnt,” and we SMACK into each other, well, not really a collision as we go at it with arm’s length… I feel the palms smacking on my chest “AWWHHH!!!” While my palms smack at her red mane… I grit on my teeth as the fingers tighten, around my tits and her hair, and I use my well-manicured nails to scrape at her scalp just a bit, and I pull DOWN hard, trying to bend her over as she begins to pull and twist on the blouse… Clearing going for the cheap clothing points…

“Nice try cxnt!!” I screech as I immediately take a wide step back and pull straight DOWN on Kim’s hair… With her hands busy at my blouse, it should be significantly easier to bend her at the waist than if they were in my hair, and I can feel two buttons popping from the blouse, but it’s a price I’m willing to take as I yank straight down, and raising my right leg I KICK wildly with my left heel, aiming it at the middle of Kim’s fabric skirt, and lashing DOWN, trying to use the heel to rip a long slit down the material, while grazing the inside of her black stockings too!

Natalia: Hearing Ewa calling me puta really infuriates me, making it all the harder to keep my cool and not pounce on her. I totally could… help Kim, double team the super busty pole bitch… but as much as I hate Ewa I’m not sure I want Kim to win…. fuck… I actually want both of you to LOSE! … But that is not possible… I know… I asked the organizers what would happen in case of a draw and they told me that then they will declare a winner…and I still get fucked.
And as much as being called puta makes me mad feeling the cool breeze against my bald pussy makes angry too. It is really hard to choose whom I hate the most… “I think I’m going to deduct points because you are wearing such cheap clothes…” I say, taunting you two as I see the buttons fly, having forgotten for a second that I’m wearing a mic until I hear my voice amplified around the arena…and the roar of the crowd who just heard me.

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Kimberly

I squeeze my hands around your breasts, these fucking tits that you love to shove into my face, anyone’s face really, and make sure they know that you outgun them. And you do… but not by much. My own 38EEs are nothing to sneeze at, and they will do a fine job taking your breath away and earning me a few points when the moment comes. But as I start to squeeze I feel you step back, and instead of yanking you into me and getting some early control of you as I try to get you off balance, I end up bent forward as you jerk back and pull down on my hair.

“BITCHH!!!!” I shout as I hold onto your chest and blouse as I find myself suddenly staring down at the mat with my scalp burning from your claws and the hard pulling. Buttons pop from your blouse, but I’m more focused on your right leg as you kick with your heel. I tense for a moment, thinking you’re going for my kitty already and I’m about to take a sharp heel right between the legs, but whether intentionally or because you just couldn’t get your foot high enough, your heel connects lower, right between my legs and pulls down. The skirt is tight around my waist and doesn’t pull down, but the fabric tears from your heel and I wince as your foot comes down, grazing the inside of my black stocking and putting runs through it.

“YOU WHORE!” I shout as your foot lands on the heel below us, but over my own shout I hear Natty’s voice booming, and she’s not awarding points or even talking about us as we start the fight, she’s still taking about our clothes and even talking about deducting points. “Fucking bitch,” I think to myself as the thought of Ewa and I tearing each other apart for 30 minutes to a zero-zero tie while Natty grins as we wince, cry, and try to move flashes before my mind. I know now there’s almost nothing I can do to FORCE Natty to give me points. All I can do is hurt Ewa with every second that I’m allowed to, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

My hands leave her breasts, and they shoot up into her longer, dark hair, and I grab. My fingers twist into her locks right at the side of her cheeks as my feet start to move backward, and I pull straight down. If this bitch wants to bend me over and show my ass off to the entire world, then the least I can do is invite her to join me, and maybe we can take a little trip around the mats, bent over in front of Natty, and see who let’s go first. I grunt as I pull, the pain in my own scalp working on me as I tug, and shout, “Come on… cxnt… let’s go for a fucking walk!”

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Natalia

I step back a bit as I see you two go at it in full. And what a beautiful sight it is, watching two enemies trying to badly to rip each other clothes…and I’m sure once clothes are done you’ll try to tear each other apart. Kim bends over a bit, and I step to the side, leaning to check out her ass…. pretending I’m completely unimpressed.

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Ewa

The crowd is going in an uproar, watching the action begin. They see the buttons popping, my breast flesh oozing through the half-open blouse, as the red cxnt’s fingers squeeze my flesh. But I do get some basic control bending Kim at the hip, and ripping the skirt open. I hear Natalia’s words, oh my GOD, what a fucking cxnt. My eyes squint, shaking and pulling, pushing down, Kim now bent fully at the waist, but the tramp doesn’t go down!! Even as I step back faster, she keeps her balance in an admirable fashion, while I back paddle.

“FUCK YOU NATTY!! BETTER NOT CHEAT OR TAKE SIDES YOU TRASH!!” I grimace as I feel Kim’s fingers loosening on my breasts and shooting up, grabbing my hair by sides of my face. FUCCKKKK!! My eyes shut in pain, the sudden tug hurts, but I have you bent over, which means, you don’t have the necessary leverage to force me down outright, I can still fight back… SOME… And I arch my head back trying to fight the sensation; “Oh, I will take YOU for a walk cxnt, on all fours, with a leash around your neck, just like I did to this naked Mexican tramp!”

And I suddenly STOP stepping back and immediately step INTO you, trying to use the momentum to bring us closer together, so by the time I am bent over, I am actually over your back, my right hand, staying in your hair to keep you down as I slide my left down, and try to curl it around your head, to get you in a reverse headlock… The SLUT ref talked about submission holds, and I don’t know if she will count an easily breakable headlock like this, but I curl my arm, pressing my breasts down on your shoulders, to push you down, my right hand, releasing your hair to shoot down for the back of your blouse, grabbing the fabric and tugging UP, yanking it and trying to pull it from inside the skirt, to expose your tattooed lower back.

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Natalia

The crowd is certainly loving it, and I am too even if I try to act as if the ferocity with which you two attack each other was nothing… I even fake a yawn as you both yank each other hairs and bend over. But when Ewa starts yelling at me I raise an eyebrow. I take a few steps to slide partly behind Ewa and check her ass as I did with Kim…. and then I hear her call me Mexican tramp…. bringing back the memories of how she leashed me… I raise one hand and swing, smacking Ewa’s lovely rear hard and loud, right in the left cheek. “Respect the referee! … First warning … cxnt!” I yell as I step back to see if the headlock is properly locked.

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Kimberly

I tug hard on the side of Ewa’s head, shaking and tugging and pulling, but I can’t get the bitch down fully, at least not at first. And as for my comment about going for a watch, that bitch turns it perfectly on Natty and me, and that’s part of what I can’t stand about this whore. She always has a comment for everything, and she can back it up with her claws. And with one fell stroke of her tongue, she threatens me (even those this isn’t that type of match, who the fuck knows what could happen with all three of us in front of a screaming crowd like this) and reminds the ref of what she did to her in their last match. Although maybe that last bit won’t work out in her favor.

Either way, the crowd roars at the comment, which Natty’s mic picks up and broadcasts through the whole arena. And they cheer even more as we both scream and curse each other, with me bent over, showing off the curve of my ass, and you being pulled down slowly and doing the same. The critics call this leak smut, violence porn, and a sadist’s playground, and they are all correct. Everyone here, whether physically present or watching at home, is here to watch two of the world’s most beautiful women hurt each other. And no one makes us do this. We aren’t sex slaves. We aren’t forced to fight like this. We are here, right now, together, because we love this mixture of competition, violence, pain, and sex. It’s the ultimate sadist’s playground, and we get to play with the most beautiful women around.

So, we yank on each other’s hair, getting wet between the legs as we do, and as I pull down I feel Ewa lunge at me, and she finally comes down… but on top of me! Her tits are on my shoulders as her right hand stays on my hair, and I continue to pull with both hand. I feel her left hand sliding around my neck, going for the headlock. Her arm curls, but just as it does I feel a smack that wasn’t from me, and I hear Ewa yelp in surprise as Natty’s voice booms over the crowd and issues Ewa her first warning. And in that moment, I’m able to reach up with my left hand and grab Ewa’s wrist. She clenchs, and I cough and grunt, but I already have the hold on.

“Ughh… you better listen to the ref, you cxnt” I grunt out as Ewa starts to walk me around a few steps, wanting the crowd and Natty to see what she’s got me, I squeeze and dig my nails into the soft underside of her wrists, but only enough to break the hold. That’s when I duck, turning away from her and under her left arm and try to swing up behind her as I still hold her right wrist. My breasts drive into her back as my right hand, now free from her hair, shoots around the side of her body and starts pulling at the blouse, trying to finish tearing it open and expose more of her incredible skin to my vicious nails. “mmmmmmm” I moan as my hips press against her ass with the back of my blouse hanging out the back of my skirt… “let’s show you off, WHORE!’ I moan into her left ear before lightly nipping at it with my teeth.

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Ewa

My eyes begin to burn… It’s just stage one… That BURN like a fire is slowly getting lit behind them, forcing them to heat up, for my vision to get blurry, and soon, pretty damn soon, for tears to start to flow down. It’s what happens with a vicious, firm YANK on the hair, or a particularly nasty and persistent pinch… And I know that our pain-lustful crowd will pick up on my tears first, not yours because your face is now covered completely by your dangling red hair. And I don’t want anyone to get the wrong fucking idea. It’s you who will start crying first. I grimace and work my shoulders, feeling Natalia stepping behind me, as I try to wrestle this red-headed BITCH into a reverse headlock, and just as my left arm begins to loop around the neck, I feel the hard SMACK on my left butt cheek, it’s so strong, that it STINGS even through the black leather of my skirt…

“OUCHHH!!!” I hear the yell following it to ‘respect the referee,’ and I almost back-mule kick my right heel back at the naked hermosa, if not for me needing my balance right now, and not wanting to open two fronts. That was indeed a ‘warning shot,’ and God knows what the second hit would be like. A stomp on my kidney if we’re wrestling on the floor, or a kick between my legs… Or just ‘accidentally’ stepping on my hair if I’m beneath this tramp stopping me from being able to get the upper position. I bite my tongue and focus on the job at hand.

My left arm makes it around the neck, my right, now pulling on the blouse, and yanking it up enough to be around Kim’s mid-back, when I feel the fingers lock on my wrist, and I grunt, I’m just inches from locking the grip, but I don’t have it enough when Kim rams her shoulder into my gut, and I grunt, stumbling back, and she pulls back, twisting and before I know it she is behind me, with my left arm bent around my back, PAINFULLY!! “AHHHH!!” I cry out in pain, feeling my elbow joint hurting like FUCK, and I almost tiptoe, feeling the lifted tits of the redhaired slut grinding into my back…

Her fingers holding my blouse and with a strong YANKKKKKK, the buttons just EXPLODE everywhere, the blouse ripping open, buttons flying everywhere, landing into the laps and chests of the roaring round, exposing my white lacey bra. “FUCK!!!” I screech, my left arm bent painfully, then I YELP, feeling the teeth snap on my earlobe… I grimace, and reach back with my right hand, I know I need to act fast before things get BAD, so I slap my palms against the exposed lower abs of Kim (thanks to the uplifted blouse and I PUSH my fingers inside her skirt, keeping my thumb out to hold on to the waistbant firmly, while my four fingers curl, and I try to jab my nails into her panty-covered kitty painfully, hoping she legs go and stumble back enough for me to PULL on the damaged skirt and shred it some more.

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Natalia

I step back watching Ewa’s ass jiggle a bit… that felt GOOD! But I resist the urge to spank her some more and step to the side to see her trying to lock Kim with a quite lame headlock. Still, I am feeling rather generous today. “One point for Ewa for the headlock!” I yell, raising my left hand up with one finger up. The crowd starts screaming, some booing, others cheering… but I don’t care and simply stand there with my hand up and a smug smile.

Then I see Kim struggling to reverse the hold… she clearly isn’t liking having Ewa on top of her…. not that I can blame her…even if Ewa isn’t precisely heavy…she has a way of making herself heavy at the worse moments… or maybe itis just her huge big tits. But then Kim manages to turn the tables, slipping herself behind Ewa with a nice hammerlock…and I raise my right hand with one finger up. “One point for Kim for the hammerlock…. and one point for tearing the blouse…” I add raising a second finger…

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Score – Ewa: 1; Kim: 2

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Kimberly

I drive into Ewa’s body. This fucking body. We should be out modeling somewhere, and all going out for drinks afterward and maybe going somewhere alone to enjoy each other’s perfect bodies. Me, Ewa, and Nat alone in a hotel suite celebrating each other’s feminine beauty, but that’s not who we are, and that’s not what we do with our bodies. So, mine collides with yours, and I just barely escape having your arm wrapped around my throat as I duck and twist.

I grab your blouse and rip, and the buttons go flying, quite dramatically, out into the first few rows of seats. Lucky patrons grab for them like they were a home run ball at the World Series and each button might be worth thousands of dollars someday. And as what appears to be a mini scuffle breaks out in the front rows, Natty’s voice booms out and she begins to award points. One to the polish cxnt, and two to me. It’s lead, and it’s a small one, as small as could be, but it’s a lead. And one that I’m sure that this bitch is very eager to bring back into balance, and when I feel her hand on my skin, pressing against my exposed lower abs, there’s no doubt in my mind what’s coming next.

Natty moves around us, her hands and fingers up awarding points as I feel your fingers curl into my skirt. My hips start to pull back off your ass and only now do I realize that I was practically grinding my sex against Ewa’s incredible ass. It’s almost instinct. This is an erotic catfight league after all. It doesn’t matter how much we dislike each other, erotic is always part of what happens here. Even the first time this bitch clawed me apart she was tribbing me to orgasm after orgasm as I screamed, and enjoying a few of her own along the way.

Hell, the last time we saw each other I was sitting on her face, and she had her tongue jammed up into my pussy because she knew that was the only way I was getting up. So, I can be excused for indulging for a second, but it might cost me as your nails curl in and my hips aren’t nearly far enough away. “UWWWWWWNNnnnnn SLUT!” I scream as your nails press into my black panties. But I’m too close to pull away, and even if I do, you’re going to tear my skirt even more.

So, I don’t. Instead of pulling back I thrust myself into you, your hand lodging between my sex and your ass. Your other hand, which is behind your back, get released, and suddenly both of my arms come up. My right arm shoots under your neck and pulls back, my left hand grabs for my right wrist and tries to secure the reverse choke hold, but my face is mangled in pain from the nails in my thong, and both our bodies are squirming as I try to secure the hold.

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Natalia

“Oh careful Ewa…. who knows what you may find there…” I say giggling as I see Ewa moving her hand down under Kim’s skirt. I can’t help purring when hearing Kim scream in pain… I know very well what she is feeling. Ewa’s claws have been in my pussy before, and I don’t envy her. I can’t deny that I enjoy it … and that it is turning me on. My nipples are now rock hard, clearly noticeable with only a thin layer of paint…and the wetness in my pussy is making the paint run down my legs a lot faster than it should. ” One point Ewa…for daring to grab Kim’s dirty pussy!” I declare raising my left hand while the crowd roars their approval at my unorthodox scoring methodology.

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Score – Ewa: 2; Kim: 2

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Ewa

I’m in fucking trouble, and I know it. I’m surely going to kick myself in the ass during the first break on how I let you turn the tables so quickly and easily and get behind me. But right now, what matters most is to stop the inevitable flood of points in your favor that will surely be announced by that TRAMP Natalia starting now. I grimace and struggle, feeling your hip suddenly SMACK into my ass, and you begin to grind… The… FUCK… I mean, I’m not fucking surprised… look at me… But isn’t it a bit too early for that?? I guess not yet by this WHORE’s standards…

So, I do the only thing and go for your pussy… I swear I can feel HEAT radiating from it as you’re grinding it against my butt, but that matters very little, I hear you yelping and your body tense, your arm eases up on my left arm, and I try to pull it back to stop the painful pinch on my elbow, I hear Natalia’s taunt, and I want to laugh with her for once; when I suddenly realize that she is probably making fun of me licking that damn pussy last time… But then when she announces a point in my favor, I am quite surprised by it, feeling you back away, I hiss; “Yeah bitch… Fucking back OFF!! ARGGHH!!”

My words interrupted suddenly when I feel your slowly departing body rush in and SLAM into my back… “HUNNNGGHH!!” My own right hand grinding into my ass, as you push me few steps forwards, and I’m not expecting it, I stumble, almost falling face first, but your arms, sneak around my neck, and before I know it your forearm is against my throat, and your other hand grabs for the wrist, locking it in, and I barely bring my left hand up in time to sneak it between my throat and your forearm before you REALLY crank in the pressure; “HHAARKKKK!!!”

I gasp as we stumble around, your body grinding into my back, plastered to it, and you exert that ridiculous upper body strength of yours, pulling me back and trying to full-on choke me… My eyes widen. My right hand still wedged into your pussy, well, not really, I’m just pressing my digits against the panties. My right hand releases and I slide it along the waistband of your skirt… My throat slowly compressed, the chokehold working, I’m in trouble… But… My mind just repeats the fucking ‘rules’ Natalia recited…. ‘one point for each piece of your opponent’s clothes you claim’… But also…

‘One point for each takedown’ … And I know what I must do… my only chance… My right hand reaching, finding the clasp and zipper on your skirt and I twist it, opening it and as much as I can I PUSH my thumb into the zipper, it HURTS, but I slide it open, trying to loosen the skirt and make it slide down your thighs, just enough, for me to KICK my left heel back, aiming for your shin, and THROWING my body back into you, trying to get a two pointer if the skirt slides low enough, and if I manage to take you down. Although I have no clue how our crazy ref would score this!

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Score – Ewa: 2; Kim: 3

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Natalia

I move in quickly into the action to face Ewa, getting close to her… maybe a bit to close, smiling as I invade her personal space and look into her eyes as she gets choked and then down on her tits. It is so hard to resist the urge to touch them and squeeze them, especially when they bounce so nicely as she struggles. I really love watching Ewa getting choked. “Choke her harder…. she loves it…” I say, giggling again, biting my lower lip as I’m enjoying this a bit too much. “One point for Kim for choking Ewa like a bitch…” I say raising my right hand showing one finger. But then Ewa strikes back, and I quickly jump back to make sure I’m safe from these two hellcats.

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Kimberly

If this were straight wrestling I’d have the hold on already. Your hands would be frantically grabbing for a part of my body to hold or squeeze, instead of pressing your nails into my thong. But those bursts of pain that make me scream out and the crowd roar are enough to stop me from fully locking on the hold. Your left hand comes up between my forearm and your throat, and while it doesn’t prevent the choke hold, it does stop it from being totally devastating. I squeeze, feeling Ewa’s hand stop working on my kitty as she tries to make sure that she’s going to be able to breathe, and as I do I see Natalia moving into position and “mmmmmmmmmmm” she starts to taunt the bitch. She starts to tell me to choke her harder, adding that she loves it, and I can’t help but think of the time Natalia had Ewa on her back and was grinding her sex down on Ewa’s with her hands wrapped around Ewa’s throat.

God… I came so many times watching that fight with Michael. “Whatever you say, REF!” I shout back as I pull back on my arm and really crank up the chokehold. But as I do I fail to feel Ewa’s fingers sliding around the waistband of my skirt as I look at Natalia for just a moment. That moment is enough to make my mind wander as I think about what it’s going to be like to fuck her perfect body with Ewa broken on the floor next to us.

And in that split second, I feel Ewa grab the clasp of my skirt and the zipper. She twists the skirt and pulls down on the zipper with her thumb, but it works. She loosens my skirt, and it starts to slide down my thighs, leaving me in just my panties and my stockings and garter, with my skirt below my knees, and I just shout, “FUCKING cxnt!” I into her ear as she strips me. But she’s not done yet. Her left heel picks up as I try to hold onto the choke hold, and she kicks back into my shin, which thankfully now is protected by my skirt as she throws her body back into mine. “UWHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!”

I shout out loudly as we topple backward. I land on my back hard with your body on top of me, and I grunt out… “ughhhhhhhhh.” I lay there for a moment with you on top, my arms draped around your neck but no longer squeezing, and I quickly work my legs and lift my heels and push my skirt down and off my legs. There’s no point in being stripped AND trapped. I groan as we lay there, and as I work on getting my skirt down I can feel you twisting on top of me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. In seconds we’re chest to chest and grabbing for each other’s hair.

“BITCH!” I shout as you grab mine and I grab yours as well. Grabbing at the top of your scalp we both pull and twist, and we go rolling, jerking first to my left, rolling up on our sides as we scream, and then suddenly back towards my right as Natalia steps in to get a closer look at the action. We roll back and forth, with Natalia doing her best to avoid us as the crowd screams until you are finally able to roll on top, your hands in the side of my head, clawing my scalp and pulling my hair, and you force my head down as I scream.

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Ewa

My eyes are fluttering, my cheeks are flushed red, my lips are parted, and a thin line of drool is stretching from the right corner of my lips down to Kim’s red blouse sleeve. But what pisses me off the MOST is the sight of Natalia’s smug, pretty face leaning in, taunting me. Telling the BITCH to choke me more and that I love it… Well, SUE ME that I love being asphyxiated!!! It’s my fucking right!! But I certainly don’t love it at this very moment.

I almost kick my left foot up between Natalia’s legs instead of back at Kim, but my desperation to gasp in my air is paramount now, as I tug on the skirt, trying to unzip it and slide it down just enough to tie her legs and make this work. I don’t even fucking care if the point counts or not for undressing, but what matters is making the tackle work. And as I watch Natalia pounce back like a cat to dodge whatever the hell is going to happen, I have no way but to pray, and… it freaking does!! A miracle!

And the fall must be HARD, but I know that you can fucking take it, we’ve tackled each other down few dozen times, and I just stopped believing that you have a bone in your body from the miraculous way you shrug these falls off. Your arms loosen, and your legs are too tied up to scissor me, which allows me to twist and turn, and by the time your legs are free and kick up I am facing you, and I SCREAM; “FUCKING BITCH! HATE YOU!!!”

And I grab your hair, lifting your head to thump it down, but you grab mine and TWIST and I fall off you, our legs kick madly, yours having better mobility, now that you have no skirt on, but they end up tangling still and we start to roll again, the crowd going NUTS, watching two of the very best just scream and thrash across the floor. My blouse flapped open, letting my bra just grind into your lifted red blouse, our abs brushing together as we screech and try to outwrestle the other. I can only see the flailing red hair, your clenched white teeth, and narrowed eyes, everything else SPINS wildly.

But after what feels like an eternity, I manage it, the rolling slows down then stops, and I am atop of you, grinding my chest into yours, I can feel your inner right thigh pressing on my side, trying to push me off you, your leg curled around my ass, my skirt upturned. But I PUSH up, just enough to slide my chest up, my breasts ALMOST bursting out of my bra cups, and I let you take a glimpse of the sweaty orbs hanging over your face as I hiss; “BITCH, I bet Michael will make this his phone’s wall paper…” And with a grunt I DROP down, trying to smash my breasts down on your face, to trap it in you the best titty-smother in the entire league.

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Natalia

I jumped out of the way just in time as Ewa worked her escape. She always has that knack for hurting her opponents from the most unexpected positions, and this is no different. Down goes Kim’s skirt and then down she goes… with Ewa on top. “Ewa claims skirt…and takedown… TWO points!” I yell raising my left hand with two fingers up. I’m starting to enjoy this referee role a lot.

I get closer to see the tangled mess of limbs you are quickly becoming. I got to say that being this close gives me a whole different perspective of what a catfight looks like. I jump back as I see a kick flying in my direction…and start moving in circles trying to stay close but keeping my distance. Leaning in to get a better look, putting my hands on my knees, not caring if my ass shows or my tits hang from my chest. And you roll…and I follow you along the mats…until you are about to leave them…and I quickly jump into action, standing outside of the mats and putting one foot on Ewa’s butt to stop you too.

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Score – Ewa: 4; Kim: 3

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Kimberly

We go rolling, and if there’s one emotion that I feel with Ewa every time I’m in her fucking presence, is that word… HATE… and it comes spewing from her mouth. “I FUCKING HATE YOU TOO!!!” I scream back at the one person on this planet who has caused me more physical pain than any other, and while I might look back on our fights, watching them to study what went well and what went wrong, I’m always impressed by her, and that just makes me hate her more.

Most women would have been crumbling to her knees in a chokehold like that. Not Ewa, she finds a way to take me down, and take me down hard, and I fucking hate it. We spew venom and curses at each other as we roll across the mats, rolling from edge to edge, almost rolling off at times, and suddenly our movement stops with Ewa on top and Natalia standing over us with her foot on Ewa’s ass. And from this position on my back, even with Ewa’s claws in me, I can see Natty’s wet, gorgeous, and SHAVED pussy spread out as she rests her foot on Ewa’s back and stops us from going off the mat.

We grind chest to chest, both fuming, both glaring hateful daggers at each other’s eyes as my attention is pulled back from Natty’s sex to your angry face. You grind on me with her foot resting on your ass, as if you were trying to remind me that I might be big, but you’re bigger. Then suddenly you push with your knees. Natty’s leg slides off your ass to the mats between us as she was fully showing off for the crowd, bent over with her ass up and her tits hanging and in no position to pull back.

Your tits lift, you taunt about Michael, and fuck you for talking about Michael, and fuck him for giving that interview where he admitted he loved to watch me fight, and there was no one he’d rather watch me fight than Ewa or Natty… for obvious reasons. You taunt, lift, and your tits hang over my face for just a split second and then come crashing down. “ummmmmmmmmpphhhhhhhhh” I grunt out under your tits, feeling their warm mass smearing across my face and most alarmingly across my nose and mouth with are buried in your cleavage.

My legs kick, especially my right leg which is curled around your ass, and it starts to drive down hard into your firm flesh, but it’s not nearly enough to get you off me. So, I do what I have to do. I twist my head as much as I can, take in as much of your firm, full flesh into my mouth as I am able, and I bite down. Not hard, certainly not enough to break the skin. That’s the league’s one major rule. No one wants to see beauties like us in a blood fest. But it’s hard enough to make the point, and as I bite down my heels plant firmly on the mat and I thrust up with my hips and turn them, trying to throw you off and roll on top of you, not even realizing that Natty’s leg is still pressed to the mat between our legs.

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Ewa

Grunts fill the air. Yelps of pain from the wicked, merciless tugging on hair and scratching of scalps. This bitch fights… DIRTY. And so do I. We’re not just grabbing at the hair, we’re twisting, pulling at the roots, and using the sides of our nails to rake and slice at the follicles. It’s a step well and beyond just winning this rolling battle, and one going further into trying to just PLUCK the hairs out and leave bald spots on the other, forcing her to change her hairdo for weeks to come. Complete and utter pettiness with no purpose but to spite the other even more.

I feel every muscle in my body straining, struggling against your own. Your hips thrusting, your panties, soaked, smacking into my skirt, and your breasts lifting up in those rare moments of separation to drum down on my own painfully. We PRESS and GRIND our fronts into the other, challenging and stubbornly, each refusing to lose this little duel, despite knowing damn well how draining it is to our energy and reserves. And FUCK ME it is, but pride is a HUGE part of this fight. And then as we are rolling I suddenly feel something… HARD against my ass… It stops me from rolling off you and brings me back on top, but then I can feel the toes curling and poking at my ass… OMG… NO FUCKING WAY!!

I turn my head and SCREAM at the top of my lungs; “GET YOUR FUCKING FOOT OFF MY ASS YOU TACO-LICKING TRAMPPPPP!!!” The crowd bursting into a mixture of laughter and boo’s as I shift and move in for the smother. In a way, Natalia is helping me remain on top but pressing her ass down on my leather-covered butt, all until I lift and drop my barely covered breasts on your face… My fingers in your hair PULL up, to wedge your face and nose fully into the cleavage, I can hear the muffled cries as I shrug my shoulders, trying to move in for a DEEPER smother… Feeling your lips against the frame of the bra, I shrug and grind down.

But your right leg goes into a frenzy, kicking up and driving the heel down, like a fucking stabbing dagger down on my left calf and right thigh, stabbing and ripping the stockings, and making me SCREAM in pain with each thrust, my left leg pushing out to force your right thigh outwards and mess up your aim…., but amidst the struggle, you manage to turn your head to BITE my cleavage, and I CRY out in pain, you’re clamping on the flesh, biting and gouging the teeth in, just a step away from breaking skin as I CRY out in pain, feeling the THRUST up as you twist us and this time, without the support of Natty’s leg, I can’t stop it, but as I twist I suddenly feel something between my thighs, her ankle, and there is no stopping the flip as I YELP in pain, rolled over to my back with you ontop, chewing on my tit, wondering if she even had a chance to pull her leg back, or if she took the leg twist and fell down with us; which is NOT something she would find amusing!

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Natalia

I rub my sole on Ewa’s butt a bit. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mind as she seems busy… then notice that Kim is staring at my pussy… most of the black pain has gone away, dripping down my legs, so it is pretty much now bare to see…and completely bald thanks to her. I give Kim a dirty look and step back. Not sure what was more humiliating, getting collared or getting shaved. I frown for a bit but then smile as I see Ewa’s tits all over Kim’s face. “Point for Ewa for shoving her jugs in Kim’s face!” I declare raising my left hand once more. But then I feel your legs hitting mine, and when I try to step back, your other leg sweeps my feet, and down I go.

My eyes wide in shock, my arms waving, trying desperately to hang on to something until I land on my butt with a loud thud…followed immediately by a roar from the fans. My face turns bright red from fury, and I quickly scramble to my knees beside you two. “YOU FUCKING cxntS!” I yell grabbing each of you by the hair with one hand, pulling your faces apart…. but then reminding myself I’m the referee I let go your lovely manes and give the tops of heads a slap. “Minus two points for both bitches for being idiots!” I yell… making the crowd go nuts.

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Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 2

[In her aroused state our referee seems to have forgotten how to subtract for a moment. I said it was 3-1, but she insisted this was the correct score, so we went with it.]

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Kimberly

I sink my teeth in, making sure to twist my head so I can actually get my teeth on your skin and not get a mouth full of bra, and I start to chew. And my lips are actually curled into a smile as I do, not just from the pleasure of biting down into this Polish cxnt’s skin, but from your joke. There isn’t one of us on these mats who hasn’t spent time licking the “tacos” of the other two women on these mats. So, my lips curl into a smile as my teeth sink down into your breasts, and I thrust with my hips and twist, and without Natty, on top, we go rolling, and we take Natty with us.

In the midst of our twisting and warring legs I feel another, even another set, and the gasp from the crowd, followed by the thump of Natty’s body landing ass first on the mats next to us, tells me all I need to know even if I can’t see the action in front of me. I hear her scream as I roll on top of Ewa while keeping my teeth buried in her tit for now and over the speakers booms her voice calling us fucking cxnts. But more alarming is the suddenly tug on my hair.

“Ughhhhhhh BITCH!!” I shout as you pull my teeth from Ewa and as I open my eyes I see you pulling on her hair too. My back bends backward, and Ewa lifts off the mat and our breasts, mine still covered, hers only by her bra and now coming out of their cups from the motion earlier, press together. Our heads drop, and with two slap hard slaps to the top of our heads, we both groan, but my knees are already pressing to the mat and trying to push my body up on yours.

As Ewa screams at Natalia, calling her a fucking whore for slapping us, I shoot my hands up into her exposed blouse, sliding them up her sides to her shoulders. I grip in, grabbing my fingers around the bulging muscles and I dig my claws in. My thumbs press from the front and the rest of my nails from the back as I shove down hard and squeeze. My knees press and my ass lifts, and I start to slide my exposed ass, covered by just my thong, up your body until my ass is just above your stomach.

I give your shoulders one more good squeeze, really digging the nails in, and then my hands release, grabbing the collar of your blouse and my hands shoot across each other, pulling the fabric. I glare down… “don’t worry about her cxnt… you should be worried about me!” I shout as I pull with both hands, crisscrossing them across your throat and I suddenly drop my ass down, smashing it into your stomach and grinding it down, only to lift it up again and go for another smash as I try to choke you.

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Ewa

My eyes are just shut in pain, my tears, streaming down my cheeks, as I CRY out in pain… The teeth just wedged so perfectly along the line of my bra, so that each and every one of them is dug into nothing but flesh, is just making me feel like a beartrap has sprung on my left tit. I cry louder and louder, and as we flip over, I tug harder on your hair, but it’s not enough, every newton of force I apply to your head just makes your jaw clench tighter as if you’re telling me that you don’t give a FUCK if you break the skin.

I just wail in pain, hearing suddenly Natalia cursing, and then a violent YANK on my hair, from a third hand makes me cringe, but I feel your teeth pulling back off my tit, and not voluntarily, your teeth dragging across your skin and pretty much pulling my left tit out of the bra cup… I hear Natalia’s screams, the point deduction that if anything, fucked ME up more as it diminished my lead, and then the nasty THUMPS to the top of my head… “AWWWHHHH!! FUCK YOU NATALIA!! YOU ARE THE WORST!!!” But as I try to pull on your hair, I feel your fingers stabbing into my shoulders, and I GASP in pain…

My body paralyzed, as your nails jam into the muscle tissue, and it’s what you need to slip your left leg from between mine, and frog leap up dropping your ass on my stomach… “OOMMPPPHH!!” I grunt in pain, my fingers unable to tighten on your hair, they slide down your face trying to push at your jaw or chin, but you tighten your muscle pincher again and I YELP, hearing the taunts, as you grab my blouse and TUG, shifting your hands, and suddenly I find my own torn open blouse turn into a noose, choking me…

My eyes go wide again, and I grab at your wrists, but you’re positioned perfectly, pushing down with your shoulders and back, and my arms along can’t pull off, so I grab for the fabric itself trying to rip it open when your ass slams on my abs… I grunt and cough hard, the jolt shocking my system as you lift and drop again, and again, slamming that clenched pure muscle of yours down on my abs, each one sending a shockwave through my solar plexus and lungs, weakening me as I start to cough again, drool running down my cheeks, as I gurgle, my hands slowly falling off the blouse, unable to rip through it, as my eyes flutter, and I begin to just light out.

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Natalia

I really want to get involved…more involved… punishing you both… but although so far, I’ve been allowed to get away with my refereeing I’m not sure if there will be consequences if I take sides. I get back up to my feet and step back to let you two continue and to get a better angle to watch Ewa get choked and crushed by Kim. Raising my right hand, I announce another point. “One point Kim… for turning Ewa into a pancake….”

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Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 3

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Kimberly

My hands continue to pull across your throat as my ass lifts and drops down hard on your abs, not just once or twice, but three times. Each time you cough loudly even though you need to preserve air. Each time I feel you getting weaker and weaker. Your hands grab for my wrists at first, but I just keep pushing with my arms, leaning forward as I need to and flexing my arms to keep the top of your blouse pushed down into your throat. The fabric is stretching in my grip, pulling around the back of your neck and wrapping around your throat, and I’m thankful that Natalia’s earlier taunt about how cheap our clothing is couldn’t be farther from the truth.

They pay us far too much money for fights like this to ever show up in something cheap, and sometimes it costs us. I hear Natalia award me a point for turning you into a pancake, but that’s not really the points I’m after right now. You grab desperately at the fabric of your own blouse, trying to rip it, but as my ass slams down again I watch your hands drop limply to the side as you gaze up at me with hate and anger. There’s no worry that this will go too far. We might hate each other, but this isn’t that kind of place, and we aren’t that kind of girl.

And I just get to watch as your hands drop and your eyes flutter. The crowd is screaming, losing their mind as they see what’s happening, but only I, and maybe Natalia, can really appreciate the view. It’s the subtleties. The drool. The way your eyes flutter. The way your hands try to move. The way your face changes color. The way your fluttering eyes turn back to angry glares for a moment, only to flutter again.

“What’s wrong, Ewa?” I thought you liked being choked? I say with a smirk on my face as I lean over you. I look down at your drool, and I roll spit from my lips and down my tongue, making myself drool on your face and on your lips as I keep my hands tight and wait for the referee to give me the signal and award me the points. If she’s crazy enough to wait any longer, I know I’m going to just have to let go and keep fighting.

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Natalia

I smile as I see Ewa starting to pass out. Her lovely eyes fluttering as Kim continues choking her mercilessly. Not that she deserves any mercy. I see Ewa’s arms fall limply beside her and can’t help but get really wet. Dropping to my knees, I try to take a closer look… then grab Ewa’s right arm and lift it…only to make sure that she is out. “SHE IS OUT SHE IS OUT…BACK OFF!” I yell… not really waiting for Kim to back off to instead pounce on her slamming my right shoulder on her shoulder to knock her off Ewa and push her away.

“TO YOUR SIDE!” I yell, pointing to Kim’s side and then turning my attention to Ewa, pulling the collar of her blouse open to let her breathe again. I remain there, kneeling beside Ewa, giving Kim dirty glares each time she thinks about coming closer, waiting for Ewa to come over. “Come on come on… it is just round one….” I say slapping Ewa’s face a bit…not as hard as I would like. “You there, bitch?”

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Ewa

Everything is hazy, everything is swirling around. All I can see is the face of Diablo, of Ba’al, of Mephisto… And they are all freaking fake-tanned asshats with tattoos up their necks and cheap dye jobs. I can feel the wetness drizzle on my cheek and lips from your spittle, but I can’t even tell what it is… Is it raining?? Indoors? Did someone hit the fire alarm and turn on the sprinklers? Did Godzilla rip off the roof?? Each question answered with a resounding YES in my mind, and followed by a prolonged fantasy where I am carried in the arms of a topless, handsome fireman, or fleeing in a speeding car from the King of Monsters… But then…

Smack smack I feel the stinging slaps on my face, and as my eyes flutter, there it is, another Spawn of Evil, this one from down South, and smells like a burrito…. “ugh.. get…. off… me…” I shove weakly and wildly at Natalia, turning over, gasping and coughing, coming back to reality and trying to remember… How much was it a knockout… 2 points?? Fuck. FUCK… it was three… I grimace and crawl away… Feeling Natalia SMACKING me on the ass again, my skirt lifted up exposing the bottom half, and the shredded, torn stockings…

The crowd is laughing, and I cough, gasping for air… FUCK… I look up, and there are 2 minutes left on the clock. TWO fucking minutes… How long have I been out for? I’m dizzy, but the clock is stopped… I can’t… fucking…. look ridiculous… I grunt and reach for my heels, taking them off, and I toss them aside… Dizzy like this, I have no business fighting with them on anymore… I push against the mats and rise up… Panting, staring at Kim’s direction.

Well, at least there is 3 of her swirling around, no longer 8… I reach and pull my blouse off, tossing it to the side… My left breast hanging out of the bra, but I don’t even notice… But then as my focus returns, I remember Natalia’s words; ‘One point for each item of clothing you keep AFTER each round…’ FUUUUUCKKK!!! I grit my teeth… Seeing only two of Kim now… I can feel steam blowing out of my ears…

It’s 3-6 now, if I can count for anything; and I need to fucking get something in, so I shriek and RUSH forwards, not waiting for Natalia’s count, but as I stumble and barrel, unsteady, I sorta sidestep and end up SMACKING my shoulder into Natalia’s painted breasts hard, recoiling to the left and as I come straight for Kim…
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My eyes go wide, still seeing two the redhaired bitch, I bring my hands up, my claws out, and I swipe down, not really at her skin, but mostly at the blouse, trying to tag my fingers into the red fabric and rake DOWN, to rip what’s left of the buttons and pull her down with me.

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Natalia

I smile as I see Ewa coming over but then frown as she shoves me back. I let her go and stand up. “You got knocked out bitch…. can you continue?” I ask, smiling and leaning over Ewa. Then I call the score, putting three fingers from my right hand right in front of Ewa’s face. “THREE points for Kim for knocking Ewa out like a light!” I say. I step back looking at the board above me 3-6 two minutes left and then see Ewa charging….at me… “Ughhh! BITCH!” I yell as her shoulder smacks on my perky nude tit… but clearly, I’m not the target but Kim….”FUCK YOU BITCH… oh… yes… FIGHT!” I say restarting the clock even though you two are already going at it.

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Score – Ewa: 3; Kim: 6

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Kimberly

I hold the grip as long as I can, even after I hear Natalia screaming that you’re out and telling me to back off, but it’s only for a split second. Natalia clearly didn’t care if I was going to let go or not. Her right shoulders slams into my side, and my grip, which was already releasing, comes completely off as I grumble to the side. It’s my instinct to lash out at Natalia, to grab her by the hair and yank her face first down into the mats or maybe face first down between my legs, but when she shouts to for me to get to my side, it might sound to everyone like she’s protecting Ewa, but I think we both know she’s really protecting herself after that shit she just pulled.

I roll over a couple of times and then slide to my knees, watching and smiling as Natty leans over Ewa’s face and starts to slap her face, taunting her even as she checks on her. Ewa shoves Natalia over and starts to gasp and cough as she rolls over and starts to crawl away to her own side, only to gift a swift smack in the ass from Natalia as she crawls, and the whole scene just makes me smile as I rest with my knees on the mat and my feet under me as I slowly start to rise. I breathe in deeply and fill my lungs with much-needed air as the sweat drips down my body, and I stare at what’s happening across the mat from me.

My stockings are torn. My skirt lies on the mat between us. My blouse is almost ripped open from all the grinding with the buttons just barely hanging on, and my hair is an absolute mess and my scalp burns underneath the fiery red hair, a pain that most don’t even see, one that’s just for you and me as we jammed our nails into each other’s scalp and roots as we rolled across the floor and clawed. And I can see Ewa struggling, and … strangely … I’m not just waiting for Natty to tell us to keep going. I’m waiting for Ewa to be ready. We’ve both been where you are now. You don’t fight each other four times and not have moments where you aren’t sure about the footing underneath you, and we’ve both, at times, given the other the chance to get back in the fight. We’re both here to prove ourselves, and the only way to do that is bitch to bitch.

So, I watch carefully as you start to move. Natty tries to stop you at first, but you just end up smacking your shoulder into her painted breast. She curses you and says the fights back on, but we weren’t waiting for her command. I was only waiting for you. You stumble a bit, even after bumping into Natty’s naked body, and then you sway, and the come right at me with your hands up, and I’m ready for the worst.

How angry are you? Angry enough to claw my face? That’s my major worry, and my hands come up even as your hands swipe down. You swipe at my breast, but mostly at the fabric of my blouse, and you grab the black fabric in your claws, and you pull down, yanking my forward into you and tearing open my blouse. The buttons fly, not as dramatically as yours did earlier when I ripped yours from behind, but the effect is the same. I let my momentum carry me into you, my breasts, now exposed, press into yours and our bras rub together, and I can feel your exposed nipple rubbing on my bra.

My left hand comes up and wraps around you, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging back hard, while my right hand goes for the zipper of your skirt as I remember what Natty said about getting points for each article of clothing you carry into the next round, and at this point, with just minutes to go in this round, I’m more interested in stripping you than anything. I tug on your hair, trying to hold you in place as you tug open my blouse, and I yank down on your zipper, trying to pull your skirt down as I do and strip you more. “Mmmmm come on you fucking bitch… Fight me… if you can.”

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Ewa

I’m still punch drunk with the asphyxiation, with the lack of oxygen and anger. I am not really sure if the Kim I’m going to slam into, the one I’m reaching to grab her red blouse is going to be the real you, or the spinning mirage, but I put all my chips on red; and roll! Only to realize a moment later that… well… both are fucking RED!!! But alas, as my fingers swing down on the blouse, I feel something, the dent of skin under my nails, and the silky fabric around my fingers, that latch tightly and pull DOWN. Which is not hard, because all I need is to put my body weight down and YANKKKK, and I feel the buttons popping and snapping beautifully…

They pop, and I see the black fabric of your blouse, barely containing the gleaming, sweaty EE orbs of yours… And like always, you meet the competition head-on, letting the momentum carry you into me and “OOOOOOUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!” You slam your breasts into mine, and I gasp in pain, my momentum cut as our bodies come to a halt for a sudden before you take over and send me back…

But you don’t depart, no, your left arm wraps around my body, holding me tight, as I feel your right reaching back, feeling for my skirt… And my eyes go wide… FUCK… NO!!! I just… CAN’T LET YOU!!! My left hand immediately shooting out, pointing my elbow and I jab it at your arm to push your right arm outwards… For a second or two, but I know it’s not enough as you will reach down again, this time, with a better understanding of where the zipper is…..

But here is a thing that our clench made me realize… Or rather, notice… I’m barefooted… And you still have your heels on. Which gives you a height advantage, and a decent one at 3″ on top of your naturally taller frame… I can clearly feel it now as your breasts pretty much weigh down on mine. So, my first instinct is to bend my knees and DIP low… Bringing my center of gravity lower, and curling my toes to push them into the mats. The stockings don’t give much traction, so I need this to not slip back… Trying to hold myself in place and at the same time, further my skirt from your reach…

My left hand shoots up, inside your now flapping blouse… My fingers spread, I reach to… GOUGE… your armpit… Trying to jam my nails into it, to claw hard and cause your arm to spasm… With your left busy holding us in this clinch, I need to try to run the clock out on your right arm… While my right hand reaches for your hip, feeling the strap of your black thong, and without a second’s hesitation, I slide my thumb inside the waistband, between it and your hip, and I resist the urge to TUG to snap it or give you a wedgie, instead, I push my hand around your waist, reaching for your other hip from behind, with my thumb closed on your waistband, trying to make a grap for the other hip, to snip at it, and with both sides of the thong held, and it stretched, all it needs then is one strong YANK to rip it straight and clean off your body.

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Natalia

I swing a kick at Ewa’s butt as she marches on but misses completely and nearly fall on my ass again. Stumbling back and losing track of the match for a second as you two once again lock up and, by the way, the crowd is yelling, I can tell it is getting pretty intense. I look at the clock… we are almost done with the first round, and you two are already a mess…. and that brings a smile to my face… maybe…maybe if you two hurt each other too much you won’t have the energy to fuck me.

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Kimberly

I left my heels on for a reason. I wanted to be taller than you, to look like a more dominant force over you in your woozy state. My breasts rest on yours as we clench, and I drag them down over yours, making you feel their weight before I lift and start the process over again. Your hands clench on my blouse, making sure it’s pulled over, and I grab for your hair with my left hand, holding it and you in place as I tug and our bodies press. My right hand tries to undo your skirt, but you’re starting to get your fighting senses back, and you’re no longer pawing wildly at my blouse.

That fire is back in your eyes, and as I taunt you to fight me, you start to lower yourself. Just you do your hand shoots up straight into my left armpit. “ughhhhhhhhhh GOD DAMNIT” I scream out as my whole arm jerks in pain as you claw into the sensitive nerve endings. My arm feels paralyzed in pain, and we glare into each other’s eyes as we both know what the other is trying to do.

You grab for my thong, getting it in your thumb and pulling it back and around, stretching the thin fabric and trying to snip at it with your thumb. I feel you sawing, and you tug hard, and in one hard yank, the fabric tears away from my body. “BITCH!!!!!” I shout as you secure not just a point but cost me another point going into next round. My left hand then releases from your hair, and I grab the back of your bra just to the side of the clasp and I start to tug hard to the side, doing what I can to just rip the flimsy hooks of the strap open or tear your bra at the seams as I grunt and I hear Natty remind us of the time.

“FUCK!” I shout as I had the upper hand, but you still managed to get a point, and now I’m trying to do the same, and as I pull, twisting to my left and yanking on your bra, I lift my right heel and step in, wanting to remind you of why I left my heels on as I step in and across and try to press my heel into the side of your bulging right calf.

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Ewa

Clenched together, I can feel your heavier, taller body bearing down on mine… With our heels, it was… manageable, but now, I feel like I’m fighting a giant, and it’s certainly not a fair fight… But despite my wooziness, and the odds, I try to use my instincts to battle you back… We’ve fought enough in the past that I can at least understand what you are going to do next, and I manage to stop your assault on my blouse… Your attack on my breasts is…. painful… and humiliating, to say the least… Using your covered breasts, and the underside to drag down mine, and slowly, bit by bit, peel my bra down…

But at least, exposing my tits doesn’t mean my bra is off, not yet… Well, Natalia is unpredictable, but even she would not duck a point for just the cups being pulled down… So, I keep my focus entirely on disabling your right arm which works great, and with a quick snip at your thong, I feel it YANKED off your body and coming off in my grip… And now you’re just utterly… bottomless… Your skirt and thong gone… I end up raising my right arm in the air, with your thong dangling between my fingers in a little victory gesture… But… what the FUCK am I thinking??

The clock is not over yet, and this is not one of those ‘Strip the Kitty’ stipulations… The fight is still going on strong, and you remind that by pushing your right leg between mine and hooking it around my left then… “AIIIIIEHHHH!!” I feel a fiery pain down the back of my left calf, as you not only rip my stockings open but leave an 8″ long red streak down my skin… Enough to send me stumbling back, but with your right leg tangled with my left, our height differential, exhaustion, and my dizziness, I end up tripping, and I CRASH down to my back with you landing atop of me…

“UFFFFF!!!” I gasp out in pain, groaning as I feel your covered tits crushing my bare tits… But… not only that… something is… different… I can feel it… My bra… My bra straps are now hanging loosely down my arms as they slide down my shoulders… You’ve unclasped it a second before you tripped me… And my mind EXPLODES with frustration. Not only did you take my bra off, but you also performed a fucking take down!!! And just as I try to process it, my eyes flash at the clock, and my heart sinks…

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Natalia

I wince a bit as I see Ewa digging her nails in Kim’s armpit… that always hurt so much… and it also leaves the arm numb… which I know is what Ewa wants. I take a few steps to get closer and get a better view of the battle. Right now, clothes seem to be the main target, which sounds smart considering the round is about to end…. and I know I may have to dive in to break your entanglement. “Point for EWA!” I yell as I see Kim’s thong getting ripped…stepping to the side to get another look at Kim’s ass.

And I wince a second time when I see you both falling and hear the loud thud of your bodies hitting the mats. “Takedown Kim!” I yell Raising my right hand with one finger…. quickly moving to see what’s happening in that mess of flesh you are becoming… noticing Ewa has lost her bra. “Kim claims bra!” I yell raising my hand again and raising another finger… I know very well there are no bras more desired than Ewa’s in this league…

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Score – Ewa: 4; Kim: 8

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Kimberly

I pull with my arm, press with my leg, and twist my body. Your leg goes weak as my heel presses into your calf, and you stumble back. Your bra tears in my hand, and I’m all smiles as we collapse down. It couldn’t have been more perfect. My breasts crash into yours, and I can hear Natalia shouting out new points as we crash down to the mat. My breasts mash into yours, and I grind my covered tits down into your chest more as we both struggle knowing there are only moments left in this round.

From the fall your grip on my armpit goes weak, and I can see the look in your eyes that tells me you know what these last few seconds. Even without Natalia counting out you can do the math in your head. My hands grab for your forearms, trying to make sure that in these last few seconds you can’t tear another piece of clothing for me or put me in a hold to score some last-minute points. I dig my nails into your exposed muscles and try to pin your arms to the floor as I lean in, grinding my chest on yours and looking down in your frustrated and disheartened face…

I lean in as I grind, pushing my face beside yours and trying to hold your arms down, and I bring my lips to your right ear. Our legs struggle between us, and my dangerous heels still swipe as your legs keep moving to try and stray free of them. All the while I can feel your hips bucking, trying to get out of this position on your back. I lean in, whispering into your ear… “don’t look so frustrated… I still have two more rounds to tear you apart before I fuck that Mexican whore” and as the words drip from my lips to your ears I lower my head to your shoulders and I start to bite firmly into your shoulder, not where I clawed your before, but closer to your neck, as I grind my chest side to side, dragging my covered breasts and my bra across your bare flesh and your hard nipples.

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Ewa

The fall is fucking HARD… I don’t know how you do it… I don’t know what fucking vertebrae you’re missing in your fucking spine, that makes these landings SEEM like they don’t affect you, but I certainly feel this one… Maybe it’s the prior beating, choking, and strain on my lungs. But this fall just almost flat out knocks me out. I mean, I can still hear our cxnt of a referee’s voice calling the points…. flat out two in your favor… And curse her, she doesn’t even miss the bra, that many would have overlooked considering that your DAMNED FUCKING TITS ARE CONCAVING MY OWN inwards right now…

I moan out in pain, as my left hand falters on your armpit, giving your right arm a new lease on life, while my body shudders, and you just PUSH up a little, rubbing those patterns of your black bra against my now exposed breasts, my sensitive areolas, and stiff nipples… And that’s a secret that few outside the catfighting circle know… The reason we pick those patterned bras, because if you just. RUB them against bare breasts, they fucking irritate and hurt like HELL!! And you just take a good moment simply RUBBING your tits over mine enough to let out a cry of pain out of my lips.

And you fucking relish in it, grabbing my forearms and you PUSH them down pressing my forearms to the ground… And I wince, bucking up, my ass still covered by the leather skirt, well barely, and the white thong beneath, the straps of my garter hanging pretty much loose to the shredded and torn stockings… I lift your hips up in the air, but you THWWAKKKKK mine down back, each time I lift up you grind down as you pin my arms and hiss your words in my ears…
“Fuck… you… Kim… You lucky… piece… of…”

But before I finish my words… I suddenly hear it… I fucking… HEAR IT… In the LAST voice in the world that I want to hear counting the numbers… “One… Two… Three… Four….” And my mind suddenly SNAPS to the fucking rule that I almost missed hearing during the Mexican tramp’s little speech…. ‘Three points for a ten-count pin’… And with the redhaired witch’s hair covering my face, I can’t fucking even SEE the clock anymore… Wondering if it will run out first, or if our cxnt of a ref will finish her count first… Or if she is even LOOKING at the clock anymore…. “… Seven… Eight….” FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!

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Natalia

I move a bit closer…. watching the action… then taking a quick peek at the clock above …. watching you two…. then the clock. Kim is settling herself nicely on top of Ewa…. and then goes for a nasty bite. Ouch… I wince a bit again and then giggle. I can’t help but enjoy seeing Ewa hurting after what she did to me… The time is almost up, so I get closer and brace myself… I plan to stop this fight as soon as the bell rings. The fans are getting very loud again as they too know the round is about to end and want to goad you two into hurting each other before I step in. And then I notice that Ewa’s shoulders are flat on the mats… so I drop to my knees and start counting…and soon the fans are counting with me… Seven Eight NINE

And then there is the BUZZZZ right when I was about to finish the count. I giggle…loving the mixed reaction of boos and cheers from the fans…. quickly standing and moving to Kim… I grab her by the hair and YANK… “ROUNDS OVER BITCH!!!! GET OFF HER!” I yell trying to pull and then push Kim towards her side. “TO YOUR SIDE!” I yell at both of you. “First rounds over… Two additional points for Ewa and Kim for keeping to pieces of clothing….” I say, raising both hands up in the air with two fingers up each.

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Score at the End of Round 1 – Ewa: 6; Kim: 10

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Round 1

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Kimberly

I’ve got Ewa down, a position that I’m keenly aware is something to be taken advantage of while you can. I’m shoving my tits down into hers, clawing and squeezing her forearms and biting down into her shoulder as I just every muscle that I can find in my body to try and crush her right through this fucking mat. Ewa’s hurting. Natty knows it. The crowd knows it. But most importantly Ewa knows it. My only goal is to hurt this bitch, but then I hear the counting.

OH FUCK! That’s right … points for pins. I really focus on keeping you down as Natty counts from one and slaps her hands on the mat right next to Ewa and I. Ewa starts to buck, but I lean in, using my breasts as much as I am able to keep her chest on the mat. The crowd joins in the call… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… BUZZZZZZZZZZZ… “FUCK!!!” I shout as I pull my teeth out of Ewa’s shoulders and pull my head back, looking at Natty with that fucking grin on her face as her hand rests just above the mat. It couldn’t be more than a fucking inch between her hand and the mat.

I release Ewa’s arms and slap the mat hard, “damn it bitch!” I shout not at Ewa but Natty as she moves to her feet. “ROUNDS OVER BITCH!!! GET OFF HER!!!” is all I hear as this Mexican cxnt grabs my hair and pulls me to the side, literally dragging me the bitch I dream of hurting when I’m deep asleep and walking through my favorite fantasies. “FUCKING cxnt!!” I shout in frustration, grabbing for her hands in my red hair as she drags me to one corner and yells “TO YOUR SIDE!”

Ewa’s still laying there for the moment, her chest heaving as she rests on her back on the mat, and I slowly and painfully get to my feet as Natty calls out the additional points for our clothing surviving the round. I point my finger and scream across the mat at Natty, loud enough that her mic picks it up and booms it out throughout the venue… “I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU HARD FOR THAT, cxnt!” My hands come back to my hips, and I bend over, breathing in deep, trying to block out the pain, suck in oxygen, and focus on round two.

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Ewa

I am pinned down… My tears are gushing so much they are forming two shallow lakes in my eye sockets… All I can feel is the sharp biting pain in my shoulder, from this hell-hound biting it. My body pinned down, my breasts compressed under the still covered pair of this cxnt… My hips ground down… My skirt hiked up my thighs, showing not only the welts on my legs and thighs from the kicking and raking of heels, but the moist front patch of my thong. But you, you are bare -bottomed, and you seem pretty exhilarant about it, lifting and grinding your hips down to keep me for the count, that I’m saved off with nothing but the moody cxnt of a referee.

I hear the curses and protests, and I just lay down, panting. Breathing hard. Still suffering the trauma and headache induced by the chokehold finisher from just a couple minutes ago. I had no business rising, and while I watch Natalia snatch you by the hair and pull you off me, I realize I have MAJOR ways to catch up. This could have been easily another 4 points in the ginger cxnt’s lap.

I rock and slowly roll to my side, panting, and rubbing my shoulder in pain. It’s actually bleeding just a tiny bit… The league’s rules on blood are ambiguous as everything else. ‘Avoid cutting your opponent.’ Another ‘frowned upon’ rule that in fights like this is massively overlooked in favor of getting a point or escaping a hold… I push up to my knees then feet, and then stumble to the corner. I am breathing hard, and I grab a bottle of water from one of the ushers, and I gulp half of it, then spray the other half on my face and overheated chest…

The water streaming down my breasts and hard nipples… I’m topless, only in skirt and thong, and you’re bottomless, the exact opposite… I hear the bickering and bitching between you and Natty, and I just find myself FURIOUS… How… DARE she ignore me… “YOU BETTER FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!” I roar wildly at you across the mats… Turning my head to Natty; “AND YOU, GET US FUCKING STARTED ALREADY!!!”

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Natalia

I stand in the middle of the mats, giggling, placing my hands behind the back of my head and looking at the two bitches that are fighting. I know I am going to get plowed at the end of this, but I don’t care about that right now. Right now, I’m going to have my fun, and part of my fun includes being a bitch of a referee for you too. I look at the score. 6-10 for Kim…but there are still two rounds to go, and so many things can happen… so many opportunities for mischief. The fans seem to be loving the show, and I’m pretty sure the ratings must be off the roof.

Any way I look at the board to see how much time we have before the next round starts. I can feel my pussy dripping, the pain coating my labia has been mostly was off, but I’m still ‘wearing’ my shorts and referee top. “Ewa… Kim… ” I say trying to draw your attention to me… and then I raise my hands up, one pointing at each of you and give you both the middle finger. “Fuck you, cxnts… you better shut up your whore mouths, or I’m going to start deducting points…” I let you know…giggling a bit… and then the break time is over. “OK, cheap cxnts… that first round was fucking lame… so like… try to do better… ok? … now… FIGHT!”

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