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General Category => Polls => Members Catfight Polls! => Topic started by: #Bridgette# on July 26, 2021, 05:03:39 AM
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Heya FCF Fans, It's been a long time since we have had a "Prestige Pit" fight. Too long!!! I'm excited, nervous and ready to kick some ass as I shake off the rust and climb back into the pit!
Legend Lauren has challenged me to a fight in the pit! A decision that I plan on making her regret!
This is Laurens debut fight with Prestige Pit.
I climb into the pit with a Prestige Pit record of 2 wins and 2 losses and proudly held the title of Prestige Pit Champ! Something I hope to reclaim.
The "Prestige Pit" is inside a Penthouse suite with a custom made arena with 100 stadium style seats. Four sides with 25 seats per side that are close to the action. The pit itself is primal in comaparison to the penthouse it is a 15×15 circle with 4 ft glossy black vinyl padded but non forgiving walls with a hot pink equally non forgiving padded vinyl floor. The entire pit is wired with hot mics that echo through the extravagant sound and camera system that also displays up close action on the 4 100 inch 4k tvs above the pit. ;)
The voting will be locked for the first couple of days to allow our strategies to be set.
Comment, Cheer, Give your analysis!
Ding Ding!
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This is one I'm totally looking forward to. I think Bridgette smacks newcomer Lauren into submission.
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My first thought is Bridgette is going to win, but nothing is set in stone.
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My first thought is Bridgette is going to win, but nothing is set in stone.
I thought so to but then I found Lauren's profile. She is in better shape and more fit. I think she is gonna win but as you said we will have to see.
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This will be a close fight. Having personally battled Lauren I can tell you she’s quite the specimen. But Bridgette looks mighty strong. Guess it depends who gets and early advantage and who can hurt the other more. I gotta go with Lauren.
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The Prestige Pit is no place for weakness so as I pace the halls of the challenger penthouse I focus on making myself mentally strong for the upcoming battle. Bridgette is a veteran of the pit and undoubtedly has the experience to make this a misery for me but what she doesn’t have is the same hunger as an unknown challenger does. The same desire to make her mark for everyone to see.
The penthouse is glamorous but I wonder how any girl could enjoy it while waiting for to fight. My heart racing I walk through each room one by one in a loop as I mutter to myself some final words of encouragement. I have little doubt in my abilities but the same nervous butterflies always show up just before a fight. I stop to peek into a standing mirror in the private suite. My back straightens so I can appear every inch of my five foot four frame. My muscles subtly exposed, my 120 pound frame was nearly entirely muscle and what fat I did have was intramuscular. I bite my lip and trace my own legs and arms with my eyes following the slender curves of my body. My skin is beyond sun kissed, a deep bronze aura emanates from it along with a strong pleasant smell of sun lotion. My blonde hair with its subtle purple under glow is back in a bun, just the edges of my scalp and tips of the pony tail showing the violet coloring. Underneath my brow, my bright green eyes peer out highlighted with eyeliner above my small pink nose and mouth. Light freckles are barely visible under my soft coating of mascara.
My ass could barely fit in the red thong provided but that was only going to work to my advantage. My legs were toned, strong and glowing all the way down to my perfect white nails. A deep breathe and one final adjustment to the top to keep my tits in place. My fingers run along the band of the red bikini just enough to straighten them. “Good luck babe” I say softly before blowing a kiss at myself in the mirror. Mentally prepared and now physically intoxicating, I approached the Pit entrance at last.
I run through my head all the information I have on my opponent. She was a veteran of the Pit and had a slight size advantage but nothing I hadn’t dealt with before. She would be a handful but she’s been been beaten and ultimately I feel ready to provide her her next ass kicking.
As I hear the locks of the Pit doors begin to open my mood changes. Nerves vanish and I grow into my element. The doors open slowly sending a bright shining light through a slim crack at first that expands until the entire pit opens in front of me. My face turns to one of confidence and a smile stretches as I see the vinyl floor and walls. “Oh yes….” I say to myself upon seeing the pit at last, my excitement unable to be contained I walk out smacking my hands together and practically skipping out in front of the crowd.
“Well Hello World! And hello Bridgette! Come on out, it’s time to play!”
I yell loudly towards the doors of your entrance and move to the center of the Pit. My arms folded I tap my foot on the ground awaiting your entrance.
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Excellent opening, Lauren!! If this is any indication of how this fight is going to go, we’re all in for a treat. Grabbing a front row seat and settling in for this one.
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Legend is part of her name for a reason folks. Lauren Wow! What an entrance. Go get her! Your night your fight!
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Here I am again... I stand in my own private suite within the penthouse suite. All of the emotions come rushing back. I've had the highest of highs winning inside the pit and the lowest of the lowes losing in the pit. Competing at this level is like nothing else. Your nerves are off the charts, your adrenaline is at the highest level you can experience and the energy and intensity of the crowd is unprecedented. The last time I was here I lost my title to Emilia. Something I know many of the crowd members remember fondly and my group of fans want to forget. That loss has tourchered me and tonight I plan on erasing that memory by putting on a show and defeating this newcomer physically and emotionally. I know Lauren thinks she is ready for the Big Leagues but she will soon find out that "The Prestige Pit " is like no other fight she has experienced. It's first class all the way and the energy and intensity competing in this environment can be overwhelming. That's where my experience gives me a clear advantage and I plan on using it.
I start to finish up my stretches infront of the mirror. Prepping my naked strong tan body for battle. Slowly sliding down into the splits where I lean my forehead forward until it touches my left knee as my hands grab the bottom of my bare foot and I hold the position for a ten count before switching positions to my right leg. I slowly slide out of the position and rise to my feet. I remove the provided tiny white thong off the bed and watch myself in the mirror as I slide it over my big strong tan muscular thighs and pull it up to cover my kitty. My ass devours the fabric and nearly vanishes between my ass cheeks. I smirk...Geeeeez I guess they decided to provide us with the smallest thong they could get. My fingers roll under the fabric pulling it the best I can but it barely can cover my kitty lips let alone my strong tan ass. I slip the white bikini top on which is equally as skimpy but it manages to cover my pierced nippels with no room to spare. I look in the mirror wrapping my blonde hair up tight. OK Bridge It's show time as I head for the door.
My bare feet slap on the cold marble floors as I head to the double doors as I get close they slowly open and I feel a rush of hot air blow through. They keep it hot in there and it's even hotter with the intense spotlights on the pit. The crowd roars as I make my way to the black padded walls. They are hungry for action. I see Laure. just entering the pit area as the announcer gets the crowd reved up. It's a whirlwind! I take a deep breath and enter through the open padded door.
Yt...;)
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This has to be a question? Who do I choose? I don’t think I need to think ….I know!
Bridgette is the only choice but I do wish Lauren luck. Cause Bridgette is the Queen of this place
GO BRIDGETTE GO!!!
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That was an equally impressive opening by Bridgette. This has all of the elements to be one of the greatest fights in FCF history. Leaning forward in my front row seat with great anticipation. Wishing good luck to two very remarkable women.
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This has to be a question? Who do I choose? I don’t think I need to think ….I know!
Bridgette is the only choice but I do wish Lauren luck. Cause Bridgette is the Queen of this
GO BRIDGETTE GO!!!
GOOD LUCK to both combatants
Lol CATFIGHTWATCHA413. I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FAVORITE POLL PERSON HERE. YOU HURT MY FEELINGS
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Well, considering I hold the belt for MY wonderful pit... I will be keeping a close eye on the goings on in it.
Bridgette, we've had many encounters in these walls. Well... 2 to be accurate, both of which I remember fondly, because I wasn't the one who had the common sense knocked out of me. Try not to let it happen again too much.
Lauren, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of ever facing off. I warn you not to underestimate Bridgette. The trip out of this pit for the loser quite often comes with more than just physical ailments, but quite often a linger sense of something else.
May the better woman triumph.
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I walk into the arena. My heart is pounding with anticipation waiting for what is assured to be an excellent fight. I grab a seat in the front row and notice how hot the room is. At this point I'm not sure if it's from the excitement or the place itself. The feeling in the arena is electric. Legend Lauren makes her entrance and the whole place pops. She looks gorgeous in her red bikini and her long white nails might give her an advantage I wasn't expecting. Next comes Bridgette, the whole arena cheers and hollers as she makes her way to the ring. I am so excited to see her fight for the first time and think she has the edge. Bridgette looks equally as stunning in her paper thin white bikini. The whole arena now at the edge of there seats waiting for Bridgette to enter and to see who makes the first move. My heart races faster and the room feels as if it's hotter as I yell "Come on Bridgette kick her ass."
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The doors of your penthouse open to thunderous applause. The crowd growing eager to see us fight squirm and yell as they see you enter the Pit. The sole of my foot taps impatiently against the vinyl flooring as you walk out but the tapping is suffocated by the roar of crowd. My eyes look you up and down as they finally gaze at my foe. I look mildly unimpressed but it’s a poker face to hide my inner thoughts. Looking you over, I try to see where your strength lies but also the areas available to exploit and there were certainly some.
The warm Pit already has my skin glistening with light sweat under the bright lights and as you draw near you can begin to see it. Your approaching causes adrenaline to flow through my body more forcing me to bounce on the balls of my softly. Wanting to jump at you and tear into you already, it takes everything in me to focus that energy into stretching. My arms circle wide as I stretch out my shoulders before leaning down and placing my palms on the vinyl flooring. My ass pushes out barely concealed by the thin red thong and gives a few lucky crowd members a pleasing view. I pop up quick finishing off the last bit of stretches to ready myself for battle.
The vocal minority of the crowd cheers for you, their former Pit champion, which fuels me to send them all home upset. My mouth turns to a snarl as I growl out at you gritting my teeth when you finally approach. I ignore the words echoing throughout the Pit, final guidelines and crowd erupting chants sound out from the speakers preparing everyone for the fight. My mind entirely focused on you I watch your every move and breathe trying to gain any advantage or insight I can.
My fists move out in front of me as I stand flat footed but perfectly straight while waiting for the gong. My muscles tense, shining under the lights, I keep my fists tensed in front of my breasts with my eyes peered directly at you. Yt
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Well, considering I hold the belt for MY wonderful pit... I will be keeping a close eye on the goings on in it.
Bridgette, we've had many encounters in these walls. Well... 2 to be accurate, both of which I remember fondly, because I wasn't the one who had the common sense knocked out of me. Try not to let it happen again too much.
Lauren, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of ever facing off. I warn you not to underestimate Bridgette. The trip out of this pit for the loser quite often comes with more than just physical ailments, but quite often a linger sense of something else.
May the better woman triumph.
Try to keep both eyes on what happens. Otherwise you might miss some of the action. :-*
Appreciate the words and I hope to end that fight drought between us sometime soon..
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I step over the several inch padded door sill of the pit and onto the hot pink padded vinyl mat floor of the pit. It is obviously padded but also very firm, unforgiving but very stable for foot work and maneuvering. My face is stoic but I still acknowledge the crowd and my very vocal fans that I appreciate so much with a brief wave and I confidently shake my head up and down as in "yeah I've got this...This bitch is about to get an epic ass beating " Then I quickly focus my mind at the task at hand. My experience once again comes into play as I know being mentally focused in this environment is nearly as important as the physical part. With that being said I want to get in your head even before the action starts. Bouncing my bare soles on the mat I bounce in your direction and right up to you where I puff my chest out and thrust it I to yours. Its almost as if I am marking my territory. I don't give you a chance to retaliate as quickly bounce back to the opposite edge of the pit and finish up my preparations. Anxiously bouncing on the balls of my feet , swinging my arms and rolling my neck as the announcer finishes up our stats and introductions. My eyes locked on you as they scroll you from head to toe...I can see you're well prepared and are very well toned and some might call you a hard body but it is also apparent to me that I have a size advantage. Yes we are almost equal in height but my body is overall thicker. It might not seem like big deal but I know first hand that trying to go body to body and wrestling and being physical with a girl that is heavier then you gets to be absolutely exhausting. Especially deep into the fight. That extra weight being thrown around and pounding on you relentlessly is gonna be a big X factor that you did not prepare for...
The heat of the lights, the smell and the intensity and energy of the crowd comes rushing back and I get my first rush of adrenaline. I stand anxiously knowing at any moment the ring of the bell and the signal of the announcer will start a raw primitive battle will start between us.
Within seconds the bell rings and the roar of the crowd sets our highly anticipated battle into motion. I see and acknowledge your fists are held covering your chest. Mine doing the same as I move forward and you move forward closing the gap between us...I want to make a statement to you early and often. We slowly circle each other and cautiously size each other up. With our eyes locked I throw my right leg up and aim the top of my bare foot towards the back of your left thigh. Hoping to catch and I inflict some damage to one of your legs that you're so proud of and self proclaim how dangerous they are. Yt
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Well, considering I hold the belt for MY wonderful pit... I will be keeping a close eye on the goings on in it.
Bridgette, we've had many encounters in these walls. Well... 2 to be accurate, both of which I remember fondly, because I wasn't the one who had the common sense knocked out of me. Try not to let it happen again too much.
Lauren, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of ever facing off. I warn you not to underestimate Bridgette. The trip out of this pit for the loser quite often comes with more than just physical ailments, but quite often a linger sense of something else.
May the better woman triumph.
Try to keep both eyes on what happens. Otherwise you might miss some of the action. :-*
Appreciate the words and I hope to end that fight drought between us sometime soon..
Don't get your hopes up about that drought ending hun...I plan on being the one that squares up against Emilia and getting MY title back.
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Standing still I watch your charade with great interest. You move towards me taunting and revealing more about your inner psyche. I do my best to keep my face straight and not give you any look into my emotions. she’s too concerned about me.. I think to myself.. she’s lacking confidence and resorting to intimidation.. I try to use every clue I can to my advantage, I will need to be at the very top of my game to win. The roar of the crowd, the announcer barking out instructions and your taunting keep me feeling exhilarated and anxiously standing in the center of the Pit.
The bell rings and we close in cautiously and circle out of respect. My hands in front of my chest I stare at you intensely while stepping softly to my side. My biceps flexing and my muscles tight, I’m fully focused on you and watching your every move. Like a game, we stare and circle waiting for the first move to break the tension.
You blink first lifting your leg and swinging towards me. This early its easy to spot and easy to block. My left knee rises and in a swift move my hips swing open to meet your shin with my own leg stopping your kick suddenly and away from my body. Our bare feet drop and reach the ground at the same time before I pounce.
“Come here bitch!” I finally speak and it’s filled with fiery aggression. I’m exhaling through my words and quickly closing in towards you. I reach for your head and try to lift my right knee to drive it into your navel and stagger you in the center of the Pit. The roaring excitement fuels us as our bodies come together. I want to stun you early and show everyone I’m not a pushover here to pad your stats. Yt
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My body surges with adrenaline as the first physical exchange between us ensues. I make the first move. A statement strike to one of those strong legs you self proclaim as a dangerous weapon. We're both on high alert and you are prepared and solidly defend the kick off. Disappointed I didn't connect yes but not surprised being this early in the fight and by no means will it deter my will to inflict pain and damage to your legs.
The kick does leave me in an awkward position and you seize the open opportunity as you quickly set up your own exchange...You close in and get your arm around my head and neck area. It's not a tight or secure hold but it's enough for you to expose my mid section with a hard knee... I let out a grunt and it echoes over the sound system in the intimate arena. The crowd reacts with a roar as you score first. I thrust my hands up and slam my hands into your chest to give us some space and I bounce back separating us further but it is merely split seconds as I come forward again. This time my left fist held up for defense while my right fists is cocked back ready to strike. My eyes attempting to watch yours but instead of throwing the fist I throw the same exact kick determined to catch the back of your left thigh and bruise and hurt that hammy early and often....Yt.
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Hey Y'all... Ok so the voting is now open. The option to change your vote is also active if in the case something in the action or someone persuades you to change your mind...Vote on who ya think is winning not on who has the better body, prettier face, better dog, more friends, Yada, Yada, Yada... Ya'll know the drill... :-*
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My fingers are just unable to clasp and so they rest on the nape of your neck. You’re quicker than I expect and I’m forced back suddenly when your palms press into my chest. My hands grab for your hair but the hot pit means it is slick from sweat and so I feel the soft silky threads slide through my fingers leaving me with a few blonde hairs. “Ah!”. The speakers making the yelp sound much louder than intended. You’re on me in an instant and show some of that experience. I watch you and as you ready the punch I time my defense and raise my forearms to block at the last moment. Tensing, I expect to feel the punch fall into my arms but instead I feel your foot on my hamstring.
SMACK!
The sound is loud and reverberates in the pit as the speakers transmit it through the crowd to an equally enthusiastic roar.
“Grrrr!” I hiss out and try to press through the oncoming pain. Adrenaline stifling the pain of the shot. I step off the slightly numb left leg and swing my right leg low and hard. Hoping you can’t reset in time I aim the top of my foot directly between your legs trying to slap it hard against your practically exposed lips. Yt
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This fight is insane! So equally matched so it's hard to pick but I have to give a slight advantage to Lauren.
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I can feel the top of my right foot sink into the meaty flesh of the back of your thigh with a loud smack...It's such a satisfying feeling but I know it's way to early and dangerous to take even a second to gloat...I see you hobble momentarily and I also cautiously keep my eyes on your fists as I know instinctual retaliation is to throw fists but action is moving so fast I don't even notice you retaliating by throwing a low kick and by the time I do your foot is already back down and my kitty is on fire. My first thoughts are (Dammit Bridge!!!! WTF!!! You know she love to use her legs!!!!!) Your kick hits my pussy with a thud and I wince and squeal out as I retreat backwards toward the wall so I can quickly regroup. The crowd reacts to the exchange with a roar which quickly reminds me I have split seconds to recover. I grit my teeth and see you are already closing the distance so I don't have the luxury of letting the pain subside. I lunge forward. My left hand shoots out as my fingers search for your pinkish blonde hair to yank your head back while I do the best I can to plant my left foot into the hot pink mat as I step into throwing a hard right uppercut hoping it skims off your sweat soaked tummy, chest and hopeful it crashes into the bottom of your chin with a violent thud. Yt
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My nose scrunched and my teeth tightly locked together I swing hard and look into your eyes as my foot pounds into your kitty. I can feel your labia flatten and my foot doesn’t stop until it pummels into your pelvis sending a look of pain across your face. You retreat towards the wall and I can hardly contain my excitement..
Yes!! Go back into the corner you bitch.. I think to myself. I want to press on, pin you into the wall and batter your bigger body right here and now. Give the people a show and hear every last curse word escape from your lips.
Not one to back away for long you step to me. I can see your left hand rise and so I raise my guard to protect my face expecting a quick jab. Instead my head yanks back and I get a brief look at the shiny lights when you grab my hair and pull.
“You bitch!!” I barely have time to say anything but my natural reaction is let out of my mouth while feeling your hands on my hair. I keep my forearms in their defensive position and shake my body hoping to pull from your grip. I’m held just long enough to feel your fist hit into my stomach and glide up my body, clipping under my right breast and ultimately punching into my protective elbow.
SMACK!
The shot is hard but it’s for the most part blocked by my arms. It’s not a pretty block and it somewhat lands into my chest causing a slight pain but the main danger is avoided.
Still in your grip I can feel a rising anger in my body, my blood boiling I lift my right foot slightly off the pink vinyl.
“Watch the legs…. Bitch!” I practically whisper towards you and as if to emphasize the Bitch part, I try to drive my heel into the inside of your left knee hoping to make you crumble to the floor. Yt
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My first inclination is to vote for Bridgette because I have tangled with her on two occasions and know how good she is but after watching this she is losing this fight. This girl is getting the better of her. Lauren has her and my vote. With that being said much respect to both for showing such respect with your posts to each other.
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My uppercut in motion glazes over your stomach breasts and violently crashes into your chin? That's my initial reaction but it's within the inside of a spilt second that I realize you once again were prepared and had your arms up in protective mode and it actually wasn't your chin but your elbow. FCK!!!! Your FCKING elbow!!!!Roles off of my lips louder then I wanted as it shows my frustration as it's obvious you are well prepared to compete on the big stage.
My left hand and fingers still tangled inside your blonde pinkish mop I curl my fingers tightly trying to yank and shake your head but as I do I suddenly feel a sharp sting inside my left knee and hear your voice in a cocky bitchy manner say "Watch the legs bitch!" FCK YOU BITCH!!!! It takes everything I have to stay standing and I nearly fall to the mat but I wrap my right arm around your back to support myself as I fall backwards and my back crashes into the shiny black wall that props me up. Thinking to myself "Fck Bridge you knew she was going to use her legs!!! You prepared for it!!! Now stop her!!!" For the moment I know I'm not going to be able to stand toe to toe and blow for blow with you in the middle of the pit and win this fight. I'm going to need to let my bigger stronger heavier body do some of the work. I need to let it grind and pound on yours and wear you down. I need to include my ground game. I drive my feet into the mat and with my left in your hair and my right around your back I lean in letting my bigger body and weight do some of the work. I twist us around until your back is against the wall. I drive me muscular legs and ram my shoulder into you driving you harder into the wall. I lift my right leg and quickly shoot and attempt to drive my right knee into your left inner thigh hoping it is enough to drop you to atleast one knee as our sweat slicked nearly naked tan bodies fused together under the hot bright lights...Yt
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The closer our bodies the more nervous I get. I know the slight differences between us but if I can keep this on our feet I will be able to pick you apart and methodically take you down. With your hands in my hair I can merely lean back and try to kick low and hard but my positioning is off, my base is weak and ultimately my power is not at the level I want. So you take the kick but manage to keep your feet and worse, pull me in with that right arm.
“What was that?!” I taunt as you twist me into the wall. My breathing grows heavy from trying to resist your pulls and hold my ground. My legs widen to keep me base intact while you hold my hair and drive me back into the wall pinning me against the vinyl. I reach for your hair and grab on to return the favor. Try to throw me down and you’re coming with me… I think I say to myself. I try pushing back and resisting but I can feel your weight advantage and for the moment I’m stuck.
To onlookers it’s hard to see the action. Both of us trying to push and pull the other over, we don’t want to cede an inch. It’s a stalemate of sorts against the wall but I can sense your strength and power and know I can’t keep on my feet for long.
I feel your lower body tensing and moving, my legs wide I expect what’s to come but there isn’t much I can do. Your knee is quick and hard pressing into my soft thigh sending a piercing jolt up the inside of my sensitive leg.
“Ahhh!” I hiss out in a mix of pain and strain from the knee. My face reddening from pushing and trying to keep my feet I decide it’s time to let you have your way.
Instead of dropping to my knees I kick my legs up and try to hook my ankles around your back. I try locking my legs around your midsection to squeeze your abdomen. Still pinned with my back against the wall and our hands gripping each other by the head, I try to send punches with my only free right hand for your face in hopes you have to cower back.
“Get back bitch!!!” Yt
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Here we are locked up against the primitive black shiny wall of the pit. As we wrestle and jocky for position I can't help but to glance up and see us on one of the 4K 100 inch TVs above the pit. It's hard to tell who's who. All you can see is two nearly naked tan sweat slicked blondes fused together in a tight catball. My knee connects and I here a very faint yelp roll off your lips so I know it had some affect on your inner sensitive thigh... I taunt back..."That feel good bitch? There's more coming!!!" You manage to stay up for the moment. I feel you almost jump and and then feel your weight pulling us down but the wall keeps us propped up as you lock your ankles around my waist. Then I feel you pumping your thighs around my mid section just below my ribs... I can't help to let out an UHHHHHHG and breath heavier. I studied your body and it's no surprise to me those muscular legs of yours are powerful AF! It's not a sharp pain but certainly a very uncomfortable restrictive pressure... I can't help to think to myself " Thank Gawd Bridge they aren't around my sensitive rib cage..." As our strong tan wet bodies are melted together I feel your fist strike to the side of my face. Uncomfortable yes! Painful no! We are in such a tight position you can't throw with the power you desire but none the less I can't take too many shots. So I plant my left bare foot into the mat and guickly and forcefully lift you away from the wall and drop our bodies to the mat. We hit the mat with a huge THUD!!! It's not exactly what I wanted but any chance my bigger heavier body crashes ontop of yours is a win in my book. I whisper to remind you "That's gonna wear on you as the fight goes on bitch!" You're on your back and I am ontop but we are wrapped together so tightly it is in fact almost a stalemate. I do the only thing I can. I bring my right leg back and thrust it forward hard TWICE. UHHH BITCH, UHHH BITCH from my mouth echoes over the sound system and I can here a few of my fans cheering the as I attempt to tenderize your lower ass cheek / back upper thigh with my knee. Still determined to damage those legs...I'm breathing harder and harder but feel so much more confident in this position then I did just a few moments ago...Yt
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It's a stalemate indeed .... Bridgette, u know I'm one of your fans, but Lauren is proving a lot ..
U both are making your moves, hoping to get advantage, and in turn getting a very good sense of what each other can do and would like to do ...
Wow! Incredible fighting.
Here we are locked up against the primitive black shiny wall of the pit. As we wrestle and jocky for position I can't help but to glance up and see us on one of the 4K 100 inch TVs above the pit. It's hard to tell who's who. All you can see is two nearly naked tan sweat slicked blondes fused together in a tight catball. My knee connects and I here a very faint yelp roll off your lips so I know it had some affect on your inner sensitive thigh... I taunt back..."That feel good bitch? There's more coming!!!" You manage to stay up for the moment. I feel you almost jump and and then feel your weight pulling us down but the wall keeps us propped up as you lock your ankles around my waist. Then I feel you pumping your thighs around my mid section just below my ribs... I can't help to let out an UHHHHHHG and breath heavier. I studied your body and it's no surprise to me those muscular legs of yours are powerful AF! It's not a sharp pain but certainly a very uncomfortable restrictive pressure... I can't help to think to myself " Thank Gawd Bridge they aren't around my sensitive rib cage..." As our strong tan wet bodies are melted together I feel your fist strike to the side of my face. Uncomfortable yes! Painful no! We are in such a tight position you can't throw with the power you desire but none the less I can't take too many shots. So I plant my left bare foot into the mat and guickly and forcefully lift you away from the wall and drop our bodies to the mat. We hit the mat with a huge THUD!!! It's not exactly what I wanted but any chance my bigger heavier body crashes ontop of yours is a win in my book. I whisper to remind you "That's gonna wear on you as the fight goes on bitch!" You're on your back and I am ontop but we are wrapped together so tightly it is in fact almost a stalemate. I do the only thing I can. I bring my right leg back and thrust it forward hard TWICE. UHHH BITCH, UHHH BITCH from my mouth echoes over the sound system and I can here a few of my fans cheering the as I attempt to tenderize your lower ass cheek / back upper thigh with my knee. Still determined to damage those legs...I'm breathing harder and harder but feel so much more confident in this position then I did just a few moments ago...Yt
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I thought for sure I knew who I was voting for but now I am not so sure. ??? Love when that happens.
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Your strength is impressive and while I squeezed hard around your waist you’re able to hold on long enough to drop me down here on my back. The momentary clinch on the floor buys me the precious moments I need to focus on my breathing and make sure I am not stunned.
Looking up at the screen I can see us tightly connected, the numerous 4K TVs broadcasting the action of our lathered bodies locked together. I can only watch on the screen as you pull your knee back and drive it into my ass. “Mph!” I grunt out biting my lip trying to show no weakness. On your knees you can only get so much power. Your larger thighs help to spread the force but it land against my now red hamstring causing more bruising. You pull back for another knee and seeing you do it on the screen I move my left foot down and between us taking your second knee under my foot effectively blocking it.
“You are a such a little fucking BRAT! ” I scream into your ear. As you whimper your bitchy moans back at me. There’s a certain moment in a fight when it turns from contest to hatred and I was now at that point. The kicks and knees to my ass, the drop to the ground all of it building to a point where I just want to explode!
My left hand holding your hair still, my right hand reaches around your back and grabs for the back of your bikini pulling it hard and trying to twist you over and onto your back. My body twists also so I roll over top or the very least rip your top off. Yt
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My first knee shoots into the back of your lower ass/upper thigh like a dagger and I feel your body instinctively tense up after the blow... It feels so fckn good to hurt you! I cock my knee back for another blow but you get your foot up and placed in defense mode. My knee crashes into the bottom of your foot and the shot does no damage...Once again your ability to counter and defend has denied me of getting any kind of momentum going and that's the point where my emotions and frustration gets the better of me. I slam my palm on the mat and rapidly slam down and scream into your ear!!! YOU LITTLE FCKN BITCH!!!!!! As our wet slick bodies are still fused together you continue to crank my head back with your grip on my hair and it is really starting to fcking hurt! I stop moving for a second so I can catch my breath. I feel your chest heaving up and down as is mine as they are pressed together. LET FCKN GO YOU LITTLE SLUT!!!!! Instead of the mat I attempt to start slapping your face with my hand but as I do I feel your fingers wrap around the back of my kini strap and you start to power to the side and I feel us rolling. I almost stop the momentum but at the same time I feel then hear the flimsy fabric rip and feel my top ripping away from my body...Annoyed as I hear the announcer say something to the effect "There you go ladies and gentlemen!!! She is gonna have to fight bare breasted!!!!!!" The crowd gives out a roar!!! My breif hesitation gives you the extra momentum to be able to reverse our positions as you are now on top...I quickly flail my legs as they search for your waist to wrap them around... Yt
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I really need to start hurting you. Blocks are great; forcing you to roll over shows my strength. Ultimately though if I’m not actually hurting you then I’m delaying the inevitable. You meanwhile are slowly chipping away attacking the same spots and using your expertise wisely.
My maneuver works and laying between your legs on your body I hold your white top in my right hand and as I pull my arm the top unravels. Your chest barely fitting in the top as it is, flops out in front of me much to the delight of the crowd. My eyes already looking at those nipples and their metal piercings, I let go of your hair and the bikini instead reaching for a handful of Bridge, twisting at both your piercings.
“Scream for me you fucking whore!!” I yell into your face seething with hatred while trying to practically rip the metal from your body. “This will be MY FUCKING PIT! I can sense legs moving to wrap around me. Unsure if I can stop it, I try to push my hips forward and move up your body and press my knees into your soft inner thighs hoping I can immobilize your larger legs. Yt
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Both of us becoming more emotional, more irritated, more frustrated, more desperate to gain control as we get deeper into the fight. I want to win this fight and I want to hurt you while I do it. My emotions peaking as I have yet to gain any kind of momentum or control. As you have this entire fight you force me into defensive mode. My legs searching for your waist but to further my frustration you once again have your defense on point as you position your knees into the back of my thighs allowing you to control the position of my strong legs. "WTF Bridge! How is this slut controlling the ground game of this fight too!!!!" I am in a vulnerable position and we both know it. My legs bent back, your legs controlling mine and restricting my defense you are able to pounce and I feel your hands latch onto my bare titties. As you twist, yank and pull I cry out with a yelp of pain!!!! Screaming YOU FCKN BITCH!!!! My hands instinctively shoot up and attack where you are attacking me. I grab and start clawing at your titties. I feel my nails pierce through the flimsy fabric of your top as they look to start piercing your skin as I yank and pull at your titties and pull down on your top. I want to keep ripping at them but you're ontop and abusing me. I just know I have to switch positions. I thrust to my right with everything I have and flip to my stomach and my hands grab and cusp my bare titties to protect them. Not a great to position to be in having you basically able to mount me from behind but I knew I couldn't let you wreck my titties and have a chance at winning this fight! Breathing heavy I look toward the wall and quickly process how I can get out of this defensive position and go on the attack deep into this fight Yt i]
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Each one of my thoughts fills more with hatred, more with anger and more with desire to not just win but dominate you. It’s primal and unorthodox causing me to focus on your sexuality more than I usually would. It’s no longer about a knockout and a penthouse, it’s about hurting every inch of your body and asserting myself over you. My knees are able to press into you and hold your legs steady. Like a little bitch you lay on your back squealing. My white finger nails claw and grasp for your nipples, twisting, pulling and squeezing as I bite my lip staring down at you.
My golden skin is covered by my red top and it must be a target from this position. You reach and return the favor as I lean back and groan out. “Agh!!” Just ignore it Lauren… ignore it and pull!! I think to myself trying to hide the pain but it’s too much. Your nails sink into me and cut at my top pulling it down and stretching the red bikini into a sash laying across my body. My chest is smaller than yours but firm and the same deep bronze as the rest of me. No tan lines and no piercings blemish my perfect skin. My nipples perk hard from your touch and when I finally let go of your nipples the announcer speaks..
“Bridgette has returned the favor and both ladies are now topless!”
It was close to being true. My red top still hung across me but it was covering nothing. My hands find my body allowing you to easily roll over onto your chest. I gingerly touch the bright red streaks running down my body where your nails clawed and cut into me and hiss again hurting..
“God you’re such a pain in the ass Bridgette!!” I yell while straddling you, my legs at either side of your lower back.
I grab for my red top and take it off over my head before looping it down and around your neck as you lay face down. Tugging on it with my left hand I try to pull your head back and use it as a leash of sorts.. I pull trying to force your chest up and out for the crowd to see..
“Fine have your tits!” I yell as you protect yourself. My free right hand reaches behind me instead and grabs your white thong. I grip it between your cheeks and pull on it trying to rip it off your body from between your legs. My left hand simultaneously pulling on my top around your neck hoping to hear you fucking choke. Yt
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I am a big Bridgette fan. Love watching this series but damn she is in big trouble here! What an incredible fight!
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I unlatch my claws from your tiny titties and flimsy kini top and plant my foot and thrust with everything I have and powerfully turn my body off of my back onto my stomach. My mind races with defense solutions. It's within I few seconds that I question myself if I should forced the position switch. Yes you're not viciously attacking my titties but the trade off is I had to give you a more dominant controlling position as I feel you slide up the back of my thighs and strong full ass until I feel your ass rest on my lower back. I slide my right leg up and plant my toes and the ball of my foot for leverage but as I do I feel my neck being cranked back... It happens so fast that I can't stop it. Then I realize you have got your top strapped around my neck. As my body is being pried in such wicked awkward position I start to gag and cough from the pressure around my neck. I instinctively remove my hands from my sore tits and and grab at the fabric to give myself some relief and gasp for air. I look up and can't help to see on one of the TVs the position you have me in. My red,sore, clawed exposed bare breasts being fully exposed to the crowd as my pierced perky breasts and nipples pointing straight up to the crowd as you crank and bend my body in a wicked position. Then I feel you wrap your fingers around the back of my thong and rip up...I hysterically start screaming GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU STUPID BITCH!!!! As I feel the fabric ripping away and tearing up my inner kitty walls. It feels like someone is cranking a piece of dental floss inside my pussy. I know I absolutely can't let you keep this position. I'm desperate and wounded but that also makes me dangerous. I dig my toes into the mat and dig in . I violently and with all my power attempt to abruptly lift my ass and throw my weight forward in hopes of bucking you off into the wall. GET THE FUCK OFF ME BITCH!!!!! Yt
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My feet planted on the ground I dig in putting all my strength into choking you in the Pit. The crowd roars, your face reddens to match the noose around your neck but I still try to pull harder. In my other hand I’m pulling with all my strength prying your thong higher up your pussy ripping the spandex and sending a cutting edge into your labia. On your back, my smile shows once again as I giggle hearing you curse underneath me.
Sadly I can’t hold the choke long enough to watch you pass out and instead you buck and throw me forward,
“Fuck!” I yell flipping overhead and landing on my side. I land horizontally but move to stand up. My left leg slightly numb, my chest is covered in scratches from your claws. My blonde hair ruffled and disheveled, I stand across from you topless. My hands move to set a guard and I ready myself for your next move.
“Bring it bitch..” I say softly under my breathe. Yt
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It takes everything I have physically and mentally but I dig deep inside and let out a deep scream as I plant my toes and lift my ass up as hard as I can. I feel you going forward and sliding off my back. I an not able to throw you into the wall but I was able to break your wicked hold. I quickly crawl to the wall and grab it to help me get to my feet. I quickly turn and see you standing with your fists up. I lost our first series of stand up and I lost on the ground. We both know I am losing this fight but I also know it isn't over until it's over and I know I have to hurt you in this exchange. I am so irate I want to pound and bruise every inch of your body. My eyes lock onto you as you stand. I can't help but to feel some satisfaction as You're topless with claw marks all over your tiny tits and your shiny wet tan skin but then a jolt of reality hits me as I realize not only do I have claw marks all over my B Cup breasts but now I have to fight totally naked. Yes you are topless but having another woman strip me buck ass naked while she isn't is humbling and humiliating for a woman but none the less I have to keep fighting. I know the time is now or never so I rush forward once again closing the distance. My fists held above my chest...I fake a left jab and I desperately need to change the momentum of this fight so I step into yet another uppercut but this time I aim it to the left side of your rib cage. My wet sweat slicked hair flies to the side as I turn in with power as I attempt to violently drive my fist into your tan wet skin that covers your rib cage. Yt
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We face each other under the bright lights of the pit. Both of us beginning to hurt and tire on from the battle at hand. The numb spot on my left hammy and the red scratches across my chest are the most obvious examples. All the back and forth, throwing, rolling and grappling has also lead to a fatigue that means my arms are slightly lower than before.
Eye to eye you pounce and a cheer grows accompanying your initiative. You close in towards me, your naked body bouncing with each step your feet pound against the vinyl flooring. Once close I see you feint and tense causing me to bite and bring my arms close in to protect my face.
“Aghhhh!!!!” I scream out in pain feeling your fist pummel my ribs. My upper body sways to my right from the force and I bring my left arm back slightly to protect my hurting side. The pain is enormous but I can’t lose my focus! My right hand hooks in reaction aiming for your chin hoping the upper cut leaves you slightly exposed. I take a step back on my sore left leg to get some space.
My upper body protective, arms at my side, “Gahhh!” I groan in a primal-sounding anger-filled exhale before lifting my right leg and trying a push kick for your navel. My first attack on you was a hard knee to the same area, my goal now to remind you of that pain. Yt
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An insane match again in the pit as it has everything, fit hot woman, excitement on high end level!
I sit in front row seeing those wildcats tangle making up my mind about who will win this.
The fight itself seems to be in Laurens favor as she is still able to stand after Bridgettes furious assaults and nearly had Bridgette done sitting dominantly on her body for some time. It must have sapped lots of strenght from Bridgettes body to get out of this position. I have seen Bridgette rising up to be the first Pit series Champion ever by being able to defeat Alexas strong dancer body. Then I witnessed her shocking loss to Emilia who now sits in the audience with the title belt around her strong hips...
Now I am again watching a fight in the pit with other fighters like Britneybeatsya next to me being sure for Lauren to win the fight... At the beginning I hoped for Bridgette to take Lauren down because as she fought Alexas dancer legs she must know how to handle powerful legs and when Bridgette would have leg scissored one of Laurens legs with hers even Laurens legs could have submitted but in this fight Bridgette wasn't able to tame the tanned fit legs of Lauren that must have constricted her badly while she squeezed the waist of the former champion... It is very hard but I also have to give my vote to Lauren...
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We are deep into the fight and I know I have to change the momentum and stop you from controlling this fight. I bounce forward with my fists up. My faint fake left catches your eyes and that split second distraction allows me to get my feet set and I unleash a right hard uppercut towards your exposed rib cage. My fist drives in with brutal violence as you can hear wet flesh hitting wet flesh.
I know instantly that it connected and for a split second I think "Fck Yes Bridge!!! That might be what you needed!!!" but before I can reset my feet you answer back just as you have this entire fight. I am turned and my arms are down and see the opportunity and let your own uppercut fly as it sails into my chin. My teeth slam together I swear I can taste chips of my own teeth as my head snaps back...Sweat droplets flying off my hair as it is whipped back. My naked body stumbles back towards the wall as you you follow up with part two of your one-two combo. I feel your bare foot drive I to my navel and that is the blow that slams my bigger, battered naked body into the wall and then I fall over clutching my stomach coughing gasping for air as I start to whimper. The crowd reacts with a roar or approval as you put me on the mat unchallenged for the first time tonight. I am naked your not, I am on the mat your not. I've been on the winning side and losing side and I know in every fight there is a point when a woman realizes she has broken her rival... Is that what she is thinking? Yt
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Tremendous fight and a tremendous job of writing fighting and giving us such a detailed visualization. I will be reading this multiple times. Lauren took control from the start and in my opinion was very dominant which Is impressive because Bridgette is one of the most experienced and best at fcf.
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Am I smiling? Am I laughing? Am I loving watching Bridgette get beat down in HER pit? Yes. Yes. And YES! ;D :P :D
(Seriously, great fight!)
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This is definitely the best poll fight I have ever seen! Keep it up!!!
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This fight has been nothing less than spectacular for me, each move finding its mark and when you are able to make some progress my counters work to perfection. Your upper cut is brutal and for a moment I think I’m going down but an almost desperate cross ends up connecting on your chin and you stumble back.
My body aching and hurting, my defense practically gone, I send a hard push kick for your navel and while I’m tired it’s clear you’re done. You don’t block and take the kick in your sore lower abdomen.
Your big chest spreads as you hit the vinyl wall before crumpling down on your face. I stand across from your breathing heavy, looking down on you expecting you to pop up right away but you don’t. I limp towards you, my feet nearing your face and I turn on my numb left leg and send a hard kick to your side.
“Flip over!” I yell while sending the kick into your ribs. I try to gauge what fight you have left and it seems like none. Looking down into your eyes now I almost pity you. My chest rises and falls with each heavy breathe, my body red, scratched but still partially clothed. My blonde hair back, frayed and parts ripped, I’m a mess but I’m not you. You’re naked, battered, and on your back. I move to straddle your body but facing the wall. My knees pushing into your shoulders to pin them down, I kneel straddling you but keeping my eyes on your tits and kitty. My thonged ass hovering above your face, my fingers reaching for your swollen labia I give it a light smack..
“Any fight left in this girl?!” I ask rhetorically..
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Congratulations to these two remarkable women for giving us an awesome, descriptive, exciting, and well written poll fight. Although Lauren received the most votes, I consider both of these women winners. An excellent job by both combatants. Thank you both for this match.
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My body hits the black wall and slides down leaving wet sweat streaks as my knees hit the hot pink mat and I fall forward clutching my stomach. Normally my mind would be automatically and instinctively racing and processing my next move but it doesn't. My strong tan wet body is giving out and my mind knows it. They are no longer in sync. This fight was supposed to be a redemption fight for me, a fight where it put me back on track to reclaim The Prestige Pit title, a fight to show I could not only compete with the best but I was one of them. It was supposed to be a perfect night for me but this fight was anything but perfect for me. I've been on the defensive the entire fight, my counters are defended off with precision. I have been dominated inside this pit by my blonde rival and it has been humbling to say the least. As I clutch my stomach I see you stepping in my direction. Not seeing your entire body but your tan bare feet and painted white toes growing closer step by step. I want to stand up and meet you, hurt you but I simply can't. My body won't let me and neither will my mind. I hear a SMACK!!!! and then I feel a jolt of esruciating pain shoot through my ribs as you give me a kick. I clutch my ribs as you command me to flip over. I give no resistance. It's as my mind doesn't even hesitate. I want to retaliate but can't as I feel you mounting me. Your knees digging into the mat next to my head, your legs secured over my shoulders as I feel the siiky material covering your kitty pressing under my chin. You have broken me mentally and physically and in this moment I know it, you know it and the crowd knows it. My bigger wet tan body has been stripped naked, battered the entire fight and now you have me mounted and pinned under you on the mat. Looking up at you as tears stream down my face and my mascara running and streaking as I softly say "Just let me go!!!!!!!!!" Yt.
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Your naked body under me I hear your pleas and crying eyes. I turn to look at your running make up and giggle hearing you.. “Aww poor thing, thought you were going to win and redeem yourself..” I cross my ankles and let the tops of my feet cover your mouth, my white toes pressing into your lips.. “Give them a kiss!” I command.. I was in full control and taking the last moments to humiliate you. My feet return to the side of your head, my arms grip your bigger now useless legs and pull them back curling your body and exposing your naked kitty..
“Too bad you’re just a naked broken bitch..” I say angrily while rolling back slightly and covering up to your eyes with my ass. My arms open your legs and I drop your right to the mat. My fingers finding your labia, I slap it and rub it, enter you and spread your lips for everyone to see trying to humiliate you in your final moments awake.
My right hand transitions to my ass as I pull my thong up and to the side so the very last thing you can smell is my smaller, firmer and now proven superior ass. Turning and staring into your eyes, I slap my ass once hard as I watch you pass out under me. I offer no help and instead press down across your mouth and nose until you’re out.
“Night night..” I stand up to the roar of the crowd, my arms raised, you’re out cold under me. My foot moves to your face and plants down firmly as I pose and smile blowing kisses to the crowd. My first entry into the pit is a dominant victory and I show everyone how much I appreciate the applause.. Yt or End
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It's hard to see Bridgette my favourite fighter losing again. But Lauren makes no long victory ceremony as this coold blooded fighter puts Bridgette to sleep like it is usual business for her and to give her credits I join the cheering crowd.
Seeing a smiling Alexa sitting some places next to me.
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This is hotter the hell!!! Damn!!! I wouldn't call it an upset but thought Bridget would likely win but damn she got her ass kicked from the start. Great fight!
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Wow! Lauren statement made! Bridgette is one of the best writers who win or lose writes it out as good each way. Sometimes it’s difficult to write up a loss as well as one would a win. Makes it look hot no matter the outcome and equally hot. Lauren looks to be on a mission. Do I sense another Bridgette vs Alexa fight? I wouldn’t expect Bridgette to stay down long.
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It's hard to see Bridgette my favourite fighter losing again. But Lauren makes no long victory ceremony as this coold blooded fighter puts Bridgette to sleep like it is usual business for her and to give her credits I join the cheering crowd.
Seeing a smiling Alexa sitting some places next to me.
Smiling? No.
Laughing uncontrollably? YES!
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My body is stronger and bigger but at the momentit has been reduced just a tan wet non threatening muscle and flesh laying on the hot pink mat helpless and pinned under my blonde rival. I feel you effortlessly pulling my strong muscular big legs back and apart exposing my inner pink walls on the 4K TVs as the crowd eats it up. How quickly and easily many turn allegiances...I feel the cold air brush over and into my kitty lips but then I feel something else? WTF? This bitch is violating me!!! As I feel your fingers enter inside me and slap and uncomfortably fondle my labia lips...I scream "You fckn bitch!!!!!!" but muffled as you start to smother me out...After that point it's a blur as I can hear cheers and taunts but my mind fades in and out. It doesn't feel as if I was out very long but as I come to see you flexing and posing in the middle of the pit for the crowd as I lay flat on my back arms and legs spread out to the side. I glance over and see the padded pit door has been opened so I crawl halfway before being able to get enough strength to get to my feet and trying to cover my naked kitty as I quicklytry and shamefully leave the arena like a wounded animal with my tail tucked in.
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Congratulations to Lauren for her poll win. LOL I HAVE TO ADMIT I VOTE FOR HER BECAUSE SHE WAS A NEWBIE. I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A ONE SIDE POLL.IN BRIDGETT FLAVOR
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Well isn't that most amusing. The once powerful Bridgette not only lost her belt in a beatdown, got beatdown in the rematch, and now... in an attempt to climb back up towards another title shot, has been... beatdown?
Looks like you just can't hack the pit anymore.
Lauren on the other hand... made for a very... interesting... viewing spectacle.
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Well isn't that most amusing. The once powerful Bridgette not only lost her belt in a beatdown, got beatdown in the rematch, and now... in an attempt to climb back up towards another title shot, has been... beatdown?
Looks like you just can't hack the pit anymore.
Lauren on the other hand... made for a very... interesting... viewing spectacle.
*Coughs and clears my throat * Correction Emilia...It's just like you to give yourself more credit then you deserve. You beat me in our title fight but there never was a rematch so let's not give yourself an extra credit for a win you didn't have.
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Am I smiling? Am I laughing? Am I loving watching Bridgette get beat down in HER pit? Yes. Yes. And YES! ;D :P :D
(Seriously, great fight!)
Shut the fck up Alexa!!! You're such a little bitch!!! You would know a thing or two about getting beatdown in the pit wouldn't you?
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Thanks to everyone that voted, commented and participated in the poll and especially to my opponent Lauren. To be perfectly honest Lauren and I had what I would call a "competitive chemistry" tjat is was off the charts...We weren't overly friendly behind the scenes but communicated enough to make it an incredible fight. At times we were genuinely bitchy with each other. It was clear we both wanted to win. As always I wanted to win and thought I would beat her but as you saw from her writing I was up against one of the best at fcf. That's what makes fighting like this so exhilarating. You really never know what will happen when your competitive spirit takes over. In all honesty I was disappointed I lost and it's hard to write/fight when your in that position but I far more enjoyed the journey with Lauren then it just being a quest to beat her and would do it again in a second win or lose. Congrats Lauren. You bitch :-* I'm sure you have Emilia wondering just how long that the "Prestige Pit Belt will be wrapped around her waist. :-*
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Thanks to everyone that voted, commented and participated in the poll and especially to my opponent Lauren. To be perfectly honest Lauren and I had what I would call a "competitive chemistry" tjat is was off the charts...We weren't overly friendly behind the scenes but communicated enough to make it an incredible fight. At times we were genuinely bitchy with each other. It was clear we both wanted to win. As always I wanted to win and thought I would beat her but as you saw from her writing I was up against one of the best at fcf. That's what makes fighting like this so exhilarating. You really never know what will happen when your competitive spirit takes over. In all honesty I was disappointed I lost and it's hard to write/fight when your in that position but I far more enjoyed the journey with Lauren then it just being a quest to beat her and would do it again in a second win or lose. Congrats Lauren. You bitch :-* I'm sure you have Emilia wondering just how long that the "Prestige Pit Belt will be wrapped around her waist. :-*
Thank you Bridgette! The chemistry was fantastic and a special thanks to anyone who voted or commented on the action. It makes me really happy to see such a positive response!
As for who’s next.. well there is one obvious Pit champion with a fat ass and bad attitude out there. She should enjoy every moment she has with the belt because it won’t be around her forever ;)
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And I wonder Lauren, who that girl might be? ::)
As for who’s next.. well there is one obvious Pit champion with a fat ass and bad attitude out there. She should enjoy every moment she has with the belt because it won’t be around her forever ;)
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Thank you Bridgette! The chemistry was fantastic and a special thanks to anyone who voted or commented on the action. It makes me really happy to see such a positive response!
As for who’s next.. well there is one obvious Pit champion with a fat ass and bad attitude out there. She should enjoy every moment she has with the belt because it won’t be around her forever ;)
A bad attitude and a fat ass. Sounds like a pretty imposing opponent. Hope you know what you might be getting yourself involved in should you be... confident enough... to look that way.
You know where to find me.
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Am I smiling? Am I laughing? Am I loving watching Bridgette get beat down in HER pit? Yes. Yes. And YES! ;D :P :D
(Seriously, great fight!)
Shut the fck up Alexa!!! You're such a little bitch!!! You would know a thing or two about getting beatdown in the pit wouldn't you?
Bridgette when it comes to getting beat down in the pit, you're sure making a habit of it!!