Rival’s Flesh

Some catfights are planned for weeks, months, or as long as it takes to make sure that the location, attire, and passions are perfectly aligned. Others happen without warning, in whatever attire was chosen that morning, matching or not.

But it is easy enough to shed those garments which restrain the necessities.

One rival’s flesh pressing against another’s.

A meeting of bodies in the most intimate of ways.

So that each may then do to the other that which is most cruel.

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