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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ali vs Leilani. All out c...
Last post by Michael - Yesterday at 07:26:22 PMI am no math genius but the math says Leilani wins by total votes. Think 58 is more than 57.
And my personal opinion. Why after voting is done would someone that "lost by vote count" post such a wild attack? To me it just is an odd post from the one that lost. What is the winner suppose to post? Kind of leaves her 2 options, let it be and not post, or post the attack didn't phase her, and now look like a super?
And my personal opinion. Why after voting is done would someone that "lost by vote count" post such a wild attack? To me it just is an odd post from the one that lost. What is the winner suppose to post? Kind of leaves her 2 options, let it be and not post, or post the attack didn't phase her, and now look like a super?
#22
Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Lesser known models/celebs
Last post by Ginny38 - Yesterday at 05:30:29 PMKelly Reilly (Yellowstone, Dutton Ranch) 'lesser known' AND she's 48yo
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ali vs Leilani. All out c...
Last post by hangaround - Yesterday at 04:27:03 PMSo who officially wins? Ali got the most votes (44) in one category but Leilani received the most overall votes 58-57.
Honestly it should be a draw and have a rematch down the road
Honestly it should be a draw and have a rematch down the road
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Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Lizzo VS Kelsea Ballerini
Last post by fleuger99 - Yesterday at 02:49:30 PMLizzo is so fat and out of shape, she'd be exhausted after five minutes and then Kelsea would finish her off.
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Series / Re: Slap And Submit - A Erotic...
Last post by ^Bridgette^ - Yesterday at 01:15:57 PMThe warehouse was alive with anticipation. The bleachers on all four sides were nearly full, the crowd louder and more energized than the previous night. Cori's dramatic, bloody comeback had put the league on the map -- people were talking, sharing clips, and showing up in bigger numbers.
Cori and Ethan sat discreetly in the upper section of the bleachers. Cori wore a black hoodie and dark sunglasses to hide her two black eyes and swollen face. She still looked rough, but she refused to miss this. Ethan stayed close, his arm around her shoulders protectively.
In the locker room, Jessica bounced lightly on her toes while Brian massaged her shoulders.
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers:
"Ladies and gentlemen... for our main event of the evening!"
"First, in the blue corner... standing 5'6" and weighing 155 pounds... with her natural reddish-blonde curls pulled back tight, wearing light blue... SHANNON!"
Shannon walked out confidently with her team. Her wavy reddish-blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore a light blue sports bra that barely contained her big, heavy breasts -- easily rivaling Jessica's in size -- and matching booty shorts that accentuated her muscular, strong legs. Her toenails were painted a matching light blue. She looked powerful, thick, and ready, raising her arms to the cheering crowd as she stepped onto the black mat.
The crowd roared in approval.
Then the announcer continued:
"And in the red corner... standing 5'3" and weighing 145 pounds... your very own power queen... JESSICA!"
Jessica emerged from the opposite side with Brian right beside her. She looked stunning and dangerous in her tight white sports bra and tiny white shorts, her massive breasts straining the fabric and her thick ass and thighs on full display. She strutted onto the mat with pure confidence, staring daggers at Shannon.
The two thick, busty women stood on opposite sides of the mat, eyes locked in pure hatred. The crowd was electric -- loud, primal, and hungry for violence.
Brian gave Jessica one final kiss on the cheek before stepping to her corner. From the stands, Cori and Ethan watched intently.
The referee called both fighters to the center for final instructions.
The bell was about to ring.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One
The bell rang sharply, cutting through the roar of the crowd.
Both women moved to the center of the black mat under the blazing lights. The atmosphere was electric -- the intimate warehouse setting made every breath, every footstep, and every slap feel personal and raw.
Jessica bounced lightly on her bare feet, eyes locked on Shannon with pure venom. Shannon stood taller, her muscular legs planted firmly, big chest heaving with anticipation.
They touched gloves for the bare minimum required by the ref, then immediately began circling.
Jessica was the first to strike.
She darted in with surprising speed and cracked Shannon across the cheek with a hard open-palm slap. CRACK! The sound echoed through the warehouse. The crowd erupted.
Shannon barely flinched. She fired back with a powerful counter-slap that caught Jessica on the side of the head, the impact making her light blonde hair whip sideways. The taller woman grinned.
"That all you got, shorty?"
Jessica smirked and stepped in again, throwing a quick combination -- left, right, left. Two of the three slaps landed cleanly, snapping Shannon's head back. The crowd roared louder.
They clinched in the center of the mat, their massive breasts smashing together in a heavy, soft collision. Jessica drove her shoulder into Shannon's chest, trying to use her aggression to bully the bigger woman. Shannon wrapped her arms around Jessica's waist and powered her backward, using her height and weight advantage to control the clinch.
Their thick thighs pressed and rubbed against each other as they struggled for position. Sweat was already starting to glisten on both women's skin under the hot lights.
Jessica slipped out of the clinch and circled, bouncing on her toes. She stepped in again and unloaded a sharp slap to Shannon's heavy left breast, making it jiggle violently. Shannon growled and retaliated with a hard slap to Jessica's face, then another to her right tit.
The crowd was loving the early violence -- primal cheers and stomping shook the bleachers.
For the first half of the round, it was a fierce back-and-forth. Jessica relied on her speed and aggression, darting in and out, landing stinging slaps and trying to keep Shannon off balance. Shannon used her size and power, throwing heavier shots and using her longer reach to keep Jessica from getting too comfortable in the clinch.
Both women's massive chests were already red from incidental slaps and constant pressing together in the clinches. Their breathing grew heavier as they circled and struck.
From the stands, Cori leaned forward despite her own pain, dark sunglasses hiding her black eyes. "She's doing good," she muttered to Ethan. "But Shannon's strong..."
Ethan nodded, eyes glued to the mat. "Jessica's faster, but Shannon can take a shot."
In Jessica's corner, Brian was shouting encouragement. "Stay loose, baby! Keep that pressure!"
The first half of Round 1 ended with both women breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat, and the crowd fully invested in the budding rivalry.
Neither fighter was backing down.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One (Midway)
Midway through Round 1, the pace had been high and physical, both women trading heavy slaps and aggressive clinches. Sweat already glistened on their thick, curvy bodies under the bright lights.
Shannon suddenly stepped back, a cocky grin spreading across her face. She puffed her chest out dramatically, making her big, heavy breasts strain even harder against her light blue sports bra. The crowd sensed the shift and began to cheer louder.
"Come on, shortstack!" Shannon taunted.
Then she charged.
BOOM.
Shannon rammed her chest forward violently, smashing her massive tits directly into Jessica's. The heavy collision sent Jessica stumbling backward several steps. The impact was loud and visceral -- soft flesh slapping hard against soft flesh.
The crowd erupted.
Before Jessica could fully recover, Shannon backed up again, puffed her chest out even more, and drove forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another powerful chest ram. Jessica was knocked back further, arms flailing slightly to keep her balance. Her face showed clear surprise and irritation.
Shannon wasn't done.
She did it a third time -- backing up, flexing, then charging forward with her big tits leading the way like a battering ram.
BOOM.
Jessica was forced to backpedal around the perimeter of the mat, trying to create space. Shannon stalked after her, chest still puffed out proudly, clearly enjoying her moment of dominance. The taller, heavier woman was using her size advantage to bully Jessica physically in the most humiliating way possible.
The warehouse crowd went absolutely feral -- loud, primal roars and stomping shook the bleachers as Shannon attempted to take full control of the fight.
Jessica's back hit the edge of the mat near the bleachers. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure, her massive chest now red from the repeated impacts. Shannon stood tall in the center, raising her arms briefly to the screaming fans, clearly loving the reaction.
From the stands, Cori leaned forward, her swollen face hidden behind dark sunglasses. "Holy shit..." she muttered.
Ethan beside her looked impressed. "Shannon's not playing around."
In Jessica's corner, Brian was shouting, "Get off the ropes, baby! Clinch her! Don't let her bully you!"
Jessica's eyes burned with fury as she pushed off the edge of the mat and circled back toward the center, ready to retaliate.
The first half of Round 1 had officially turned into a statement round for the bigger Shannon.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One (Conclusion)
Jessica's back hit the edge of the mat, and something inside her snapped.
Her eyes flashed with pure rage. She pushed off the perimeter, stalking forward with renewed fury.
"Oh, you want to play that game?" Jessica snarled.
She backed up slightly, puffed her massive chest out dramatically, and charged.
BOOM.
Jessica rammed her heavy tits straight into Shannon's with shocking force. The collision was loud and powerful -- soft, heavy flesh smashing violently together. Shannon staggered back a step, eyes widening in surprise.
The crowd lost their minds.
Jessica didn't stop. She backed up again, chest puffed out proudly, and drove forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another brutal chest ram. Shannon's big tits compressed against Jessica's as the smaller woman used her aggression and low center of gravity to shove the taller fighter backward.
Shannon tried to brace herself, but Jessica was on a mission. She backed up one more time and charged with everything she had.
BOOM.
The third chest ram sent Shannon stumbling. Jessica followed up immediately, pressing her massive breasts against Shannon's and driving her across the mat with raw power. Their heavy tits squished and rolled against each other in a dominant, sensual power struggle as Jessica forced Shannon toward the center.
The warehouse exploded with noise -- primal screams, stomping, and chants of "JESSICA! JESSICA!" filling the intimate space.
Jessica's face was twisted with fury and determination. She kept her chest pressed forward, using her thick body to bully Shannon, occasionally snapping off sharp slaps to the taller woman's face and heavy breasts whenever she created space.
Shannon tried to clinch and use her height, but Jessica was too fired up. She slipped under Shannon's arms and rammed her chest into her again, making Shannon's big tits bounce wildly.
For the final thirty seconds of the round, Jessica reclaimed momentum through sheer aggression and chest-to-chest warfare. The two busty fighters collided repeatedly, their massive breasts smashing together in heavy, sweaty impacts that had the entire crowd on their feet.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 1.
Both women stepped back, chests heaving, breasts red and marked from the intense ramming battle. Sweat poured down their bodies. Jessica raised one arm to the roaring crowd, breathing hard but looking fired up. Shannon glared at her, clearly surprised by the smaller woman's explosive comeback.
From the stands, Cori muttered under her breath, "Now who's the lucky slut"
Brian was hyped in Jessica's corner, shouting praise as he wiped her down.
Round 1 had been a brutal, chest-heavy war -- and Jessica had stolen the round in the final minute.
The bell rang to end Round 1 and the warehouse exploded with noise. The crowd was on its feet, screaming, stomping, and chanting both fighters' names. The chest-to-chest war in the final minute had the entire arena buzzing.
Jessica walked back to her corner breathing hard, her massive chest red and marked from the repeated collisions. Brian was waiting with a proud, loving smile. He immediately wrapped a cold towel around her shoulders and began wiping her down gently but thoroughly -- her neck, her arms, her sweat-glistened stomach.
"You were a fucking beast, baby," he said, voice full of admiration. He pressed an ice pack against the back of her neck, then carefully moved it down to her heavy, reddened breasts, holding it softly against each one. His touch was tender, protective, and full of pride.
Jessica leaned into him, chest heaving. "She tried to bully me with those fat tits," she panted. "I gave it right back."
Brian kissed her forehead, then her temple. "You did more than that. You stole the round. I'm so fucking proud of you." His hands lingered lovingly on her body as he cared for her, clearly smitten.
Shannon's Corner
Shannon returned to her corner frustrated but determined. Her coach was animated, wiping her down aggressively. "You had her early! Don't let her chest game rattle you. Use your height next round. Wear her down!"
Shannon nodded, breathing heavily, still glaring across the mat at Jessica.
In the stands, Cori leaned toward Ethan, her voice low but sharp behind her dark sunglasses.
"That stupid bitch wants to call me lucky?" Cori muttered, watching Jessica get pampered. "She just stole that round with the same cheap shit I got called out for. Hypocrite."
Ethan rubbed her back gently. "She's tough. But you're tougher. Let's see how she handles Round 2."
The crowd was still roaring, the energy in the intimate warehouse higher than ever. The rivalry between the two thick, busty fighters had the entire place hooked.
Both women stood up as the referee called them back to the center.
Round 2 was about to begin.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Two (First Half)
The bell rang for Round 2. The warehouse crowd was still buzzing from the chest-to-chest war that closed out the first round.
Shannon came out aggressive, clearly taking instructions from her corner to use her size advantage. The taller, heavier reddish-blonde immediately looked to close distance and take the fight to the ground. She shot in low for a double-leg takedown right away, trying to wrap her arms around Jessica's thick thighs.
Jessica was ready.
She sprawled hard, stuffing the shot perfectly, just like she and Brian had drilled for hours on. Her strong legs planted wide, big ass cheeks flexing powerfully as she drove her hips down and sprawled her weight on Shannon's back.
Shannon tried again, more determined, shooting in even harder.
Jessica stuffed it a second time, her powerful hips and thick ass driving downward with explosive force. She immediately punished Shannon with a barrage of sharp, stinging slaps to the head and shoulders as the taller woman tried to stand back up.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of Jessica's open-palm slaps echoed through the intimate warehouse. The crowd roared in approval.
Shannon powered forward again, trying to muscle Jessica against the edge of the mat and drag her down. But Jessica was too strong and too well-prepared. She stuffed the third attempt, spun off the attempt, and immediately lit Shannon up with a vicious combination of slaps.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jessica's hips rotated powerfully with every strike, her big ass and thick thighs driving the shots. Shannon's head snapped side to side as Jessica started to take over the round.
Brian was yelling from the corner, "That's it, baby! Stuff and punish! Use those hips! Light her up just like we trained!"
Jessica's face was focused and fierce. She circled, planted her feet, and continued to use her lower body power to stuff every single one of Shannon's takedown attempts. Every time Shannon shot in, Jessica sprawled with authority, then immediately countered with heavy, stinging slaps that were landing cleaner and cleaner.
For the entire first half of Round 2, Jessica dominated the exchanges. Shannon was getting frustrated, her size advantage neutralized by Jessica's excellent technique and raw power. Jessica's big ass and hips were on full display every time she sprawled -- flexing and driving with impressive strength that had the crowd cheering loudly.
Shannon's face was starting to redden from the volume of slaps. Jessica was breathing hard but clearly in control, a confident smirk on her lips as she backed Shannon up with another crisp combination.
The first half of Round 2 belonged to Jessica.
As the second half of Round 2 began, Jessica's power was on full display.
Every time Shannon tried to close distance or shoot in, Jessica stuffed her with explosive hip power, her big, round ass and thick thighs flexing visibly as she drove her weight downward. The crowd cheered louder with every successful sprawl. Jessica was no longer just defending -- she was bullying the taller woman.
Brian was losing his mind in her corner, proud, boisterous, and visibly aroused. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's my fucking girl! Use that ass! Break her down, baby!" His eyes were locked on Jessica's powerful lower body, clearly turned on by how dominant she looked.
Shannon was starting to get worn down. The constant stuffing and punishment was taking its toll. Her breathing grew heavier, her movements slower. Jessica's confidence swelled with every exchange. She began circling with a predatory grin, knowing she had the bigger woman figured out.
Late in the round, Jessica stepped in and unloaded a vicious combination.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three hard shots to Shannon's face snapped her head back. Before the taller woman could recover, Jessica pivoted and cracked two stinging, open-palm slaps directly into the sides of Shannon's ribs -- bare, loud, and brutal.
CRACK! CRACK!
The impacts echoed sharply through the intimate warehouse. Shannon let out an audible whimper, then a pained cry as the rib shots landed perfectly. Her face twisted in discomfort and she hunched slightly, clearly hurt.
Jessica smelled blood. She pressed forward, landing another combination to the face followed by two more vicious rib slaps. Shannon's cries grew louder -- pained, involuntary whimpers escaping as Jessica broke her down in front of the roaring crowd.
The final thirty seconds saw Jessica completely in control. Shannon was backing up, covering her ribs, and visibly wilting under the pressure. Jessica's thick, powerful body looked unstoppable as she stalked her prey.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 2.
Jessica raised both arms to the screaming crowd, chest heaving, a dominant smile on her face. Brian jumped onto the mat edge, hyped and proud, shouting her name.
Shannon walked back to her corner holding her ribs, clearly frustrated and worn down by the smaller woman's power.
Round 2 belonged decisively to Jessica.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Between Round 2
The bell rang to end Round 2 and the warehouse roared in approval. Jessica had clearly won the round with her power and aggression, taking a commanding 2-0 lead.
Jessica strutted back to her corner, chest heaving but confidence swelling with every step. Brian was waiting with pure pride radiating from him. He jumped up and immediately began wiping her down with a cold towel, carefully cleaning sweat from her neck, shoulders, and heavy breasts.
"That's it, baby! That's fucking it!" he shouted boisterously, loud enough for nearby fans to hear. "Your power is too much for her and she knows it! Finish her this round!"
He pressed an ice pack gently against the back of her neck, then moved it down to soothe her reddened, heavy tits, holding it softly against each one. His hands then traveled lower, massaging her powerful thighs, calves, and even rubbing her bare feet with care to keep her loose. Every touch was full of love, pride, and desire.
Jessica leaned into him, breathing hard but smiling. "She's cracking. I can feel it."
Across the mat, Shannon's corner was far more somber. Shannon sat heavily on her stool, visibly hurting. Her ribs were red and sore, her face flushed and marked from the volume of Jessica's slaps. She was on the verge of tears, breathing shakily as her coach knelt in front of her.
"Shannon... you want to continue? It's okay if this is too much," her coach said gently.
Shannon's eyes welled up. She looked frustrated, emotional, and almost broken. But she shook her head stubbornly.
"No," she said, voice cracking. "I'm continuing."
Like Cori the night before, Shannon was learning the brutal truth: no training could fully prepare a woman for the overwhelming pressure and primal intensity of fighting in this intimate warehouse atmosphere -- the blazing lights, the deafening crowd right on top of you, the raw physicality of another woman trying to break you in front of everyone.
In the stands, Cori and Ethan watched in tense silence. Around them, spectators were buzzing.
One girl nearby said loudly, "Holy shit... no way in hell I would step in the ring with Jessica. She's way too powerful."
Another fan agreed, "Did you see how easily she stuffed those takedowns? Shannon's getting bullied."
Cori and Ethan swallowed harder, exchanging a worried glance. Cori's own swollen, bruised face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, but the reality of how dangerous and dominant Jessica looked hit them both.
The referee called both fighters back to the center.
Jessica looked fresh, confident, and hungry. Shannon looked battered, emotional, and worn down.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (First Half)
The bell rang for Round 3 and Shannon exploded out of her corner like a woman possessed.
Frustrated, physically hurting, and with her pride badly damaged after losing the second round, she went straight back to her Round 1 bully tactics. Shannon puffed her big chest out dramatically and charged forward.
BOOM.
She slammed her heavy tits violently into Jessica's before the smaller woman was fully set. The impact was sudden and powerful. Jessica stumbled backward several steps, caught off guard.
The crowd roared.
Shannon didn't let up. She backed up slightly, puffed her chest again, and rammed forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another brutal chest collision. Jessica was forced to backpedal around the perimeter of the mat, arms windmilling slightly to keep balance. Shannon stalked after her, eyes wild with frustration.
But Jessica quickly regained her footing. She planted her feet, stepped in, and wrapped her arms tightly around Shannon in a crushing clinch. Their massive breasts smashed together as they struggled for control.
Shannon's frustration boiled over.
In a dirty, heated move, she reached down and grabbed a handful of Jessica's thick right ass cheek. Her nails dug in hard, clawing and tearing at the thin white fabric of Jessica's booty shorts. Her fingertips raked dangerously close to Jessica's sensitive asshole, scratching and ripping at the material.
Jessica's eyes widened in fury.
"You fucking bitch!" she snarled.
Instinctively, Jessica grabbed a fistful of Shannon's reddish-blonde ponytail and yanked hard, jerking the taller woman's head back. The two thick, busty women were now locked in a ugly, personal clinch -- clawing, pulling hair, and pressing their sweaty bodies together aggressively.
Things were seconds away from completely going off the rails.
The referee rushed in, shoving himself between them and trying to pry them apart.
"Break! Break it up!" he shouted.
Brian was furious in the corner, nearly storming onto the mat. "Ref! She's fucking clawing her! That's bullshit!"
The referee pushed both women forcefully toward their corners, warning them loudly.
"Keep it clean or I'll disqualify both of you! This is your only warning!"
The crowd was going absolutely wild -- a mix of shock, excitement, and bloodlust filling the intimate warehouse. The fight had turned personal and nasty very quickly.
Both women glared at each other from their corners, breathing hard, bodies marked and sweaty. The first half of Round 3 had been explosive, ugly, and full of bad blood.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (Second Half)
After the chaotic clinch and the referee's warning, both women came out for the second half of Round 3 breathing fire.
Jessica immediately went on the attack, determined to keep the pressure on. She stalked Shannon with powerful, brutal slaps -- rotating her hips and driving with her thick ass and thighs exactly as she and Brian had trained.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three vicious shots landed in quick succession, snapping Shannon's head back. Jessica's confidence was high, her powerful lower body on full display with every strike.
Shannon, however, was doing a little better defensively. She kept her hands higher, blocked some of the shots, and absorbed others while looking for an opening. She was hurting, but the fire in her eyes hadn't gone out.
Then, midway through the second half, Shannon saw her moment.
Jessica stepped in for another big slap. Shannon slipped it, ducked under, and clinched hard. Using her height and remaining strength, she locked her arms around Jessica's waist, pivoted her hips, and executed a powerful hip toss.
THUD!
Jessica hit the mat hard on her back. The crowd exploded -- a deafening roar shaking the bleachers as the taller woman finally got the bigger favorite down.
The two thick, sweaty fighters immediately scrambled on the ground. Jessica tried to posture up, but Shannon was faster in the transition. She spun and locked her strong, muscular legs around Jessica's right thigh in an absolutely crushing thigh scissor.
Jessica's eyes widened in pain as Shannon's powerful legs clamped down like a vice. The pressure was immense -- Shannon's thick thighs squeezing Jessica's right leg with everything she had, her calves flexing hard. Jessica grunted and slapped at Shannon's legs, trying to break free, but the hold was deep and painful.
Shannon gritted her teeth, pouring every ounce of frustration and hurt into the scissor, squeezing even harder while trying to control Jessica's upper body.
The crowd was going absolutely wild, screaming and stomping as the fight hit the ground for the first time in the round. The intimate warehouse made every grunt, every squeeze, and every desperate slap feel incredibly close and personal.
Jessica's face twisted in pain and anger as she fought against the crushing pressure on her thigh. Shannon wasn't letting go, determined to make the smaller woman suffer.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (Conclusion)
Shannon's thigh scissor was excruciating.
The taller woman had locked her powerful, muscular legs around Jessica's right thigh like a vice, squeezing with everything she had left. The pressure was brutal -- Shannon's thick thighs and calves flexing hard, compressing Jessica's leg with crushing force. Jessica's face twisted in agony as she tried desperately to pry the legs apart with both hands, slapping and clawing at Shannon's skin.
"Submit!" Shannon growled through gritted teeth, pouring all her frustration and pain into the hold. "Fucking tap!"
Jessica refused, grunting and straining, her thick body twisting on the mat. But Shannon wasn't done. While maintaining the devastating scissor, she started raining down hard, vicious slaps to Jessica's face with her free hand.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Each stinging shot snapped Jessica's head side to side. The dirty tactic -- combining the crushing leg lock with face slaps -- was clearly wearing Jessica down. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was forced to cover up with one arm while still trying to break the scissor with the other.
The crowd was going absolutely insane, roaring with bloodlust at the nasty ground exchange.
As the final seconds of the round ticked down, Shannon kept the pressure on -- squeezing the thigh scissor with everything she had and landing a few more heavy slaps to Jessica's face. Jessica was visibly hurting, her powerful body starting to slow under the combined assault.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 3.
Shannon released the scissor and rolled away, breathing heavily but looking satisfied. She had stolen the round with her dirty, desperate tactics and raw determination.
The judges scored it for Shannon.
Score after three rounds: Jessica 2 - 1 Shannon
Jessica got up slowly, limping slightly on her right leg, her face red and marked. She glared at Shannon with pure hatred as both women returned to their corners.
Brian was furious but focused, immediately tending to Jessica's leg and wiping her down.
"You're still up 2-1, baby," he said firmly. "She got desperate. Now we finish this."
From the stands, Cori muttered under her breath, "Dirty bitch..."
The fight was far from over, but Shannon had clawed her way back into it.
The bell rang to end Round 3 and the warehouse was still roaring. The score was now Jessica 2 - Shannon 1, but the momentum felt like it had swung after Shannon's desperate, dirty tactics at the end of the round.
Chapter 31: Between Round 3 (Both Corners)
The energy in the warehouse was at a fever pitch as both fighters returned to their corners after a brutal, ugly Round 3.
Jessica's Corner
Brian was still fuming about the dirty tactics but forced himself to stay focused. He knelt in front of Jessica, pressing the ice pack firmly against her throbbing right thigh while gently massaging the sore muscle, her calf, and even her bare foot to keep everything loose.
"My thigh hurts so bad," Jessica groaned, wincing. "She was trying to crush it!"
"I know, baby," Brian said, voice full of protective anger and love. "She got desperate because you were beating her ass. You're still up 2-1. You're stronger. You're more powerful. Go out there in this final round and finish what you started. Clinch her shots, use those hips, and wear her the fuck down. I believe in you. You've got this."
His hands never stopped moving -- caring, encouraging, and worshipping her body even in the middle of war.
Shannon's Corner
Across the mat, Shannon's corner was far more tense and emotional.
Shannon sat heavily on her stool, breathing hard and visibly hurting. Her ribs were red and sore from Jessica's powerful slaps, her face was flushed and marked, and her pride had taken a major beating. Tears of frustration and pain welled in her eyes as her coach knelt in front of her, wiping her down urgently.
"Shannon, talk to me," her coach said, voice concerned. "How bad is it? You want to continue? It's okay if this is too much. You fought hard."
Shannon's lip trembled. She was on the verge of breaking down, the overwhelming intensity of the primal atmosphere -- the roaring crowd, the bright lights, the raw physicality of another woman trying to break her -- hitting her harder than she ever expected. Just like Cori the night before, she was learning how brutal this environment truly was.
"I'm... I'm fine," she said shakily, voice cracking. Tears slipped down her cheeks despite her efforts to hold them back. "I'm not quitting. I can still win this."
Her coach looked worried but nodded, continuing to ice her ribs and wipe her face. "Alright. Then we fight smart. No more dirty stuff -- the ref is watching. Use your size, keep her standing if you can, and survive the early pressure. You've still got a chance."
Shannon nodded, wiping her eyes roughly. She was frustrated, emotional, and physically hurting, but her pride refused to let her quit.
In the stands, Cori smiled darkly behind her sunglasses as she watched Jessica limping. "Look at her," she whispered to Ethan, squeezing his arm. "She's hurt."
The referee called both fighters back to the center for the final round.
The score was Jessica 2 - Shannon 1.
Everything was on the line.
Cori and Ethan sat discreetly in the upper section of the bleachers. Cori wore a black hoodie and dark sunglasses to hide her two black eyes and swollen face. She still looked rough, but she refused to miss this. Ethan stayed close, his arm around her shoulders protectively.
In the locker room, Jessica bounced lightly on her toes while Brian massaged her shoulders.
The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers:
"Ladies and gentlemen... for our main event of the evening!"
"First, in the blue corner... standing 5'6" and weighing 155 pounds... with her natural reddish-blonde curls pulled back tight, wearing light blue... SHANNON!"
Shannon walked out confidently with her team. Her wavy reddish-blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore a light blue sports bra that barely contained her big, heavy breasts -- easily rivaling Jessica's in size -- and matching booty shorts that accentuated her muscular, strong legs. Her toenails were painted a matching light blue. She looked powerful, thick, and ready, raising her arms to the cheering crowd as she stepped onto the black mat.
The crowd roared in approval.
Then the announcer continued:
"And in the red corner... standing 5'3" and weighing 145 pounds... your very own power queen... JESSICA!"
Jessica emerged from the opposite side with Brian right beside her. She looked stunning and dangerous in her tight white sports bra and tiny white shorts, her massive breasts straining the fabric and her thick ass and thighs on full display. She strutted onto the mat with pure confidence, staring daggers at Shannon.
The two thick, busty women stood on opposite sides of the mat, eyes locked in pure hatred. The crowd was electric -- loud, primal, and hungry for violence.
Brian gave Jessica one final kiss on the cheek before stepping to her corner. From the stands, Cori and Ethan watched intently.
The referee called both fighters to the center for final instructions.
The bell was about to ring.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One
The bell rang sharply, cutting through the roar of the crowd.
Both women moved to the center of the black mat under the blazing lights. The atmosphere was electric -- the intimate warehouse setting made every breath, every footstep, and every slap feel personal and raw.
Jessica bounced lightly on her bare feet, eyes locked on Shannon with pure venom. Shannon stood taller, her muscular legs planted firmly, big chest heaving with anticipation.
They touched gloves for the bare minimum required by the ref, then immediately began circling.
Jessica was the first to strike.
She darted in with surprising speed and cracked Shannon across the cheek with a hard open-palm slap. CRACK! The sound echoed through the warehouse. The crowd erupted.
Shannon barely flinched. She fired back with a powerful counter-slap that caught Jessica on the side of the head, the impact making her light blonde hair whip sideways. The taller woman grinned.
"That all you got, shorty?"
Jessica smirked and stepped in again, throwing a quick combination -- left, right, left. Two of the three slaps landed cleanly, snapping Shannon's head back. The crowd roared louder.
They clinched in the center of the mat, their massive breasts smashing together in a heavy, soft collision. Jessica drove her shoulder into Shannon's chest, trying to use her aggression to bully the bigger woman. Shannon wrapped her arms around Jessica's waist and powered her backward, using her height and weight advantage to control the clinch.
Their thick thighs pressed and rubbed against each other as they struggled for position. Sweat was already starting to glisten on both women's skin under the hot lights.
Jessica slipped out of the clinch and circled, bouncing on her toes. She stepped in again and unloaded a sharp slap to Shannon's heavy left breast, making it jiggle violently. Shannon growled and retaliated with a hard slap to Jessica's face, then another to her right tit.
The crowd was loving the early violence -- primal cheers and stomping shook the bleachers.
For the first half of the round, it was a fierce back-and-forth. Jessica relied on her speed and aggression, darting in and out, landing stinging slaps and trying to keep Shannon off balance. Shannon used her size and power, throwing heavier shots and using her longer reach to keep Jessica from getting too comfortable in the clinch.
Both women's massive chests were already red from incidental slaps and constant pressing together in the clinches. Their breathing grew heavier as they circled and struck.
From the stands, Cori leaned forward despite her own pain, dark sunglasses hiding her black eyes. "She's doing good," she muttered to Ethan. "But Shannon's strong..."
Ethan nodded, eyes glued to the mat. "Jessica's faster, but Shannon can take a shot."
In Jessica's corner, Brian was shouting encouragement. "Stay loose, baby! Keep that pressure!"
The first half of Round 1 ended with both women breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat, and the crowd fully invested in the budding rivalry.
Neither fighter was backing down.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One (Midway)
Midway through Round 1, the pace had been high and physical, both women trading heavy slaps and aggressive clinches. Sweat already glistened on their thick, curvy bodies under the bright lights.
Shannon suddenly stepped back, a cocky grin spreading across her face. She puffed her chest out dramatically, making her big, heavy breasts strain even harder against her light blue sports bra. The crowd sensed the shift and began to cheer louder.
"Come on, shortstack!" Shannon taunted.
Then she charged.
BOOM.
Shannon rammed her chest forward violently, smashing her massive tits directly into Jessica's. The heavy collision sent Jessica stumbling backward several steps. The impact was loud and visceral -- soft flesh slapping hard against soft flesh.
The crowd erupted.
Before Jessica could fully recover, Shannon backed up again, puffed her chest out even more, and drove forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another powerful chest ram. Jessica was knocked back further, arms flailing slightly to keep her balance. Her face showed clear surprise and irritation.
Shannon wasn't done.
She did it a third time -- backing up, flexing, then charging forward with her big tits leading the way like a battering ram.
BOOM.
Jessica was forced to backpedal around the perimeter of the mat, trying to create space. Shannon stalked after her, chest still puffed out proudly, clearly enjoying her moment of dominance. The taller, heavier woman was using her size advantage to bully Jessica physically in the most humiliating way possible.
The warehouse crowd went absolutely feral -- loud, primal roars and stomping shook the bleachers as Shannon attempted to take full control of the fight.
Jessica's back hit the edge of the mat near the bleachers. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure, her massive chest now red from the repeated impacts. Shannon stood tall in the center, raising her arms briefly to the screaming fans, clearly loving the reaction.
From the stands, Cori leaned forward, her swollen face hidden behind dark sunglasses. "Holy shit..." she muttered.
Ethan beside her looked impressed. "Shannon's not playing around."
In Jessica's corner, Brian was shouting, "Get off the ropes, baby! Clinch her! Don't let her bully you!"
Jessica's eyes burned with fury as she pushed off the edge of the mat and circled back toward the center, ready to retaliate.
The first half of Round 1 had officially turned into a statement round for the bigger Shannon.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round One (Conclusion)
Jessica's back hit the edge of the mat, and something inside her snapped.
Her eyes flashed with pure rage. She pushed off the perimeter, stalking forward with renewed fury.
"Oh, you want to play that game?" Jessica snarled.
She backed up slightly, puffed her massive chest out dramatically, and charged.
BOOM.
Jessica rammed her heavy tits straight into Shannon's with shocking force. The collision was loud and powerful -- soft, heavy flesh smashing violently together. Shannon staggered back a step, eyes widening in surprise.
The crowd lost their minds.
Jessica didn't stop. She backed up again, chest puffed out proudly, and drove forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another brutal chest ram. Shannon's big tits compressed against Jessica's as the smaller woman used her aggression and low center of gravity to shove the taller fighter backward.
Shannon tried to brace herself, but Jessica was on a mission. She backed up one more time and charged with everything she had.
BOOM.
The third chest ram sent Shannon stumbling. Jessica followed up immediately, pressing her massive breasts against Shannon's and driving her across the mat with raw power. Their heavy tits squished and rolled against each other in a dominant, sensual power struggle as Jessica forced Shannon toward the center.
The warehouse exploded with noise -- primal screams, stomping, and chants of "JESSICA! JESSICA!" filling the intimate space.
Jessica's face was twisted with fury and determination. She kept her chest pressed forward, using her thick body to bully Shannon, occasionally snapping off sharp slaps to the taller woman's face and heavy breasts whenever she created space.
Shannon tried to clinch and use her height, but Jessica was too fired up. She slipped under Shannon's arms and rammed her chest into her again, making Shannon's big tits bounce wildly.
For the final thirty seconds of the round, Jessica reclaimed momentum through sheer aggression and chest-to-chest warfare. The two busty fighters collided repeatedly, their massive breasts smashing together in heavy, sweaty impacts that had the entire crowd on their feet.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 1.
Both women stepped back, chests heaving, breasts red and marked from the intense ramming battle. Sweat poured down their bodies. Jessica raised one arm to the roaring crowd, breathing hard but looking fired up. Shannon glared at her, clearly surprised by the smaller woman's explosive comeback.
From the stands, Cori muttered under her breath, "Now who's the lucky slut"
Brian was hyped in Jessica's corner, shouting praise as he wiped her down.
Round 1 had been a brutal, chest-heavy war -- and Jessica had stolen the round in the final minute.
The bell rang to end Round 1 and the warehouse exploded with noise. The crowd was on its feet, screaming, stomping, and chanting both fighters' names. The chest-to-chest war in the final minute had the entire arena buzzing.
Jessica walked back to her corner breathing hard, her massive chest red and marked from the repeated collisions. Brian was waiting with a proud, loving smile. He immediately wrapped a cold towel around her shoulders and began wiping her down gently but thoroughly -- her neck, her arms, her sweat-glistened stomach.
"You were a fucking beast, baby," he said, voice full of admiration. He pressed an ice pack against the back of her neck, then carefully moved it down to her heavy, reddened breasts, holding it softly against each one. His touch was tender, protective, and full of pride.
Jessica leaned into him, chest heaving. "She tried to bully me with those fat tits," she panted. "I gave it right back."
Brian kissed her forehead, then her temple. "You did more than that. You stole the round. I'm so fucking proud of you." His hands lingered lovingly on her body as he cared for her, clearly smitten.
Shannon's Corner
Shannon returned to her corner frustrated but determined. Her coach was animated, wiping her down aggressively. "You had her early! Don't let her chest game rattle you. Use your height next round. Wear her down!"
Shannon nodded, breathing heavily, still glaring across the mat at Jessica.
In the stands, Cori leaned toward Ethan, her voice low but sharp behind her dark sunglasses.
"That stupid bitch wants to call me lucky?" Cori muttered, watching Jessica get pampered. "She just stole that round with the same cheap shit I got called out for. Hypocrite."
Ethan rubbed her back gently. "She's tough. But you're tougher. Let's see how she handles Round 2."
The crowd was still roaring, the energy in the intimate warehouse higher than ever. The rivalry between the two thick, busty fighters had the entire place hooked.
Both women stood up as the referee called them back to the center.
Round 2 was about to begin.
Chapter 29: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Two (First Half)
The bell rang for Round 2. The warehouse crowd was still buzzing from the chest-to-chest war that closed out the first round.
Shannon came out aggressive, clearly taking instructions from her corner to use her size advantage. The taller, heavier reddish-blonde immediately looked to close distance and take the fight to the ground. She shot in low for a double-leg takedown right away, trying to wrap her arms around Jessica's thick thighs.
Jessica was ready.
She sprawled hard, stuffing the shot perfectly, just like she and Brian had drilled for hours on. Her strong legs planted wide, big ass cheeks flexing powerfully as she drove her hips down and sprawled her weight on Shannon's back.
Shannon tried again, more determined, shooting in even harder.
Jessica stuffed it a second time, her powerful hips and thick ass driving downward with explosive force. She immediately punished Shannon with a barrage of sharp, stinging slaps to the head and shoulders as the taller woman tried to stand back up.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of Jessica's open-palm slaps echoed through the intimate warehouse. The crowd roared in approval.
Shannon powered forward again, trying to muscle Jessica against the edge of the mat and drag her down. But Jessica was too strong and too well-prepared. She stuffed the third attempt, spun off the attempt, and immediately lit Shannon up with a vicious combination of slaps.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jessica's hips rotated powerfully with every strike, her big ass and thick thighs driving the shots. Shannon's head snapped side to side as Jessica started to take over the round.
Brian was yelling from the corner, "That's it, baby! Stuff and punish! Use those hips! Light her up just like we trained!"
Jessica's face was focused and fierce. She circled, planted her feet, and continued to use her lower body power to stuff every single one of Shannon's takedown attempts. Every time Shannon shot in, Jessica sprawled with authority, then immediately countered with heavy, stinging slaps that were landing cleaner and cleaner.
For the entire first half of Round 2, Jessica dominated the exchanges. Shannon was getting frustrated, her size advantage neutralized by Jessica's excellent technique and raw power. Jessica's big ass and hips were on full display every time she sprawled -- flexing and driving with impressive strength that had the crowd cheering loudly.
Shannon's face was starting to redden from the volume of slaps. Jessica was breathing hard but clearly in control, a confident smirk on her lips as she backed Shannon up with another crisp combination.
The first half of Round 2 belonged to Jessica.
As the second half of Round 2 began, Jessica's power was on full display.
Every time Shannon tried to close distance or shoot in, Jessica stuffed her with explosive hip power, her big, round ass and thick thighs flexing visibly as she drove her weight downward. The crowd cheered louder with every successful sprawl. Jessica was no longer just defending -- she was bullying the taller woman.
Brian was losing his mind in her corner, proud, boisterous, and visibly aroused. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's my fucking girl! Use that ass! Break her down, baby!" His eyes were locked on Jessica's powerful lower body, clearly turned on by how dominant she looked.
Shannon was starting to get worn down. The constant stuffing and punishment was taking its toll. Her breathing grew heavier, her movements slower. Jessica's confidence swelled with every exchange. She began circling with a predatory grin, knowing she had the bigger woman figured out.
Late in the round, Jessica stepped in and unloaded a vicious combination.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three hard shots to Shannon's face snapped her head back. Before the taller woman could recover, Jessica pivoted and cracked two stinging, open-palm slaps directly into the sides of Shannon's ribs -- bare, loud, and brutal.
CRACK! CRACK!
The impacts echoed sharply through the intimate warehouse. Shannon let out an audible whimper, then a pained cry as the rib shots landed perfectly. Her face twisted in discomfort and she hunched slightly, clearly hurt.
Jessica smelled blood. She pressed forward, landing another combination to the face followed by two more vicious rib slaps. Shannon's cries grew louder -- pained, involuntary whimpers escaping as Jessica broke her down in front of the roaring crowd.
The final thirty seconds saw Jessica completely in control. Shannon was backing up, covering her ribs, and visibly wilting under the pressure. Jessica's thick, powerful body looked unstoppable as she stalked her prey.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 2.
Jessica raised both arms to the screaming crowd, chest heaving, a dominant smile on her face. Brian jumped onto the mat edge, hyped and proud, shouting her name.
Shannon walked back to her corner holding her ribs, clearly frustrated and worn down by the smaller woman's power.
Round 2 belonged decisively to Jessica.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Between Round 2
The bell rang to end Round 2 and the warehouse roared in approval. Jessica had clearly won the round with her power and aggression, taking a commanding 2-0 lead.
Jessica strutted back to her corner, chest heaving but confidence swelling with every step. Brian was waiting with pure pride radiating from him. He jumped up and immediately began wiping her down with a cold towel, carefully cleaning sweat from her neck, shoulders, and heavy breasts.
"That's it, baby! That's fucking it!" he shouted boisterously, loud enough for nearby fans to hear. "Your power is too much for her and she knows it! Finish her this round!"
He pressed an ice pack gently against the back of her neck, then moved it down to soothe her reddened, heavy tits, holding it softly against each one. His hands then traveled lower, massaging her powerful thighs, calves, and even rubbing her bare feet with care to keep her loose. Every touch was full of love, pride, and desire.
Jessica leaned into him, breathing hard but smiling. "She's cracking. I can feel it."
Across the mat, Shannon's corner was far more somber. Shannon sat heavily on her stool, visibly hurting. Her ribs were red and sore, her face flushed and marked from the volume of Jessica's slaps. She was on the verge of tears, breathing shakily as her coach knelt in front of her.
"Shannon... you want to continue? It's okay if this is too much," her coach said gently.
Shannon's eyes welled up. She looked frustrated, emotional, and almost broken. But she shook her head stubbornly.
"No," she said, voice cracking. "I'm continuing."
Like Cori the night before, Shannon was learning the brutal truth: no training could fully prepare a woman for the overwhelming pressure and primal intensity of fighting in this intimate warehouse atmosphere -- the blazing lights, the deafening crowd right on top of you, the raw physicality of another woman trying to break you in front of everyone.
In the stands, Cori and Ethan watched in tense silence. Around them, spectators were buzzing.
One girl nearby said loudly, "Holy shit... no way in hell I would step in the ring with Jessica. She's way too powerful."
Another fan agreed, "Did you see how easily she stuffed those takedowns? Shannon's getting bullied."
Cori and Ethan swallowed harder, exchanging a worried glance. Cori's own swollen, bruised face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, but the reality of how dangerous and dominant Jessica looked hit them both.
The referee called both fighters back to the center.
Jessica looked fresh, confident, and hungry. Shannon looked battered, emotional, and worn down.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (First Half)
The bell rang for Round 3 and Shannon exploded out of her corner like a woman possessed.
Frustrated, physically hurting, and with her pride badly damaged after losing the second round, she went straight back to her Round 1 bully tactics. Shannon puffed her big chest out dramatically and charged forward.
BOOM.
She slammed her heavy tits violently into Jessica's before the smaller woman was fully set. The impact was sudden and powerful. Jessica stumbled backward several steps, caught off guard.
The crowd roared.
Shannon didn't let up. She backed up slightly, puffed her chest again, and rammed forward a second time.
BOOM.
Another brutal chest collision. Jessica was forced to backpedal around the perimeter of the mat, arms windmilling slightly to keep balance. Shannon stalked after her, eyes wild with frustration.
But Jessica quickly regained her footing. She planted her feet, stepped in, and wrapped her arms tightly around Shannon in a crushing clinch. Their massive breasts smashed together as they struggled for control.
Shannon's frustration boiled over.
In a dirty, heated move, she reached down and grabbed a handful of Jessica's thick right ass cheek. Her nails dug in hard, clawing and tearing at the thin white fabric of Jessica's booty shorts. Her fingertips raked dangerously close to Jessica's sensitive asshole, scratching and ripping at the material.
Jessica's eyes widened in fury.
"You fucking bitch!" she snarled.
Instinctively, Jessica grabbed a fistful of Shannon's reddish-blonde ponytail and yanked hard, jerking the taller woman's head back. The two thick, busty women were now locked in a ugly, personal clinch -- clawing, pulling hair, and pressing their sweaty bodies together aggressively.
Things were seconds away from completely going off the rails.
The referee rushed in, shoving himself between them and trying to pry them apart.
"Break! Break it up!" he shouted.
Brian was furious in the corner, nearly storming onto the mat. "Ref! She's fucking clawing her! That's bullshit!"
The referee pushed both women forcefully toward their corners, warning them loudly.
"Keep it clean or I'll disqualify both of you! This is your only warning!"
The crowd was going absolutely wild -- a mix of shock, excitement, and bloodlust filling the intimate warehouse. The fight had turned personal and nasty very quickly.
Both women glared at each other from their corners, breathing hard, bodies marked and sweaty. The first half of Round 3 had been explosive, ugly, and full of bad blood.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (Second Half)
After the chaotic clinch and the referee's warning, both women came out for the second half of Round 3 breathing fire.
Jessica immediately went on the attack, determined to keep the pressure on. She stalked Shannon with powerful, brutal slaps -- rotating her hips and driving with her thick ass and thighs exactly as she and Brian had trained.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three vicious shots landed in quick succession, snapping Shannon's head back. Jessica's confidence was high, her powerful lower body on full display with every strike.
Shannon, however, was doing a little better defensively. She kept her hands higher, blocked some of the shots, and absorbed others while looking for an opening. She was hurting, but the fire in her eyes hadn't gone out.
Then, midway through the second half, Shannon saw her moment.
Jessica stepped in for another big slap. Shannon slipped it, ducked under, and clinched hard. Using her height and remaining strength, she locked her arms around Jessica's waist, pivoted her hips, and executed a powerful hip toss.
THUD!
Jessica hit the mat hard on her back. The crowd exploded -- a deafening roar shaking the bleachers as the taller woman finally got the bigger favorite down.
The two thick, sweaty fighters immediately scrambled on the ground. Jessica tried to posture up, but Shannon was faster in the transition. She spun and locked her strong, muscular legs around Jessica's right thigh in an absolutely crushing thigh scissor.
Jessica's eyes widened in pain as Shannon's powerful legs clamped down like a vice. The pressure was immense -- Shannon's thick thighs squeezing Jessica's right leg with everything she had, her calves flexing hard. Jessica grunted and slapped at Shannon's legs, trying to break free, but the hold was deep and painful.
Shannon gritted her teeth, pouring every ounce of frustration and hurt into the scissor, squeezing even harder while trying to control Jessica's upper body.
The crowd was going absolutely wild, screaming and stomping as the fight hit the ground for the first time in the round. The intimate warehouse made every grunt, every squeeze, and every desperate slap feel incredibly close and personal.
Jessica's face twisted in pain and anger as she fought against the crushing pressure on her thigh. Shannon wasn't letting go, determined to make the smaller woman suffer.
Chapter 30: Jessica vs Shannon - Round Three (Conclusion)
Shannon's thigh scissor was excruciating.
The taller woman had locked her powerful, muscular legs around Jessica's right thigh like a vice, squeezing with everything she had left. The pressure was brutal -- Shannon's thick thighs and calves flexing hard, compressing Jessica's leg with crushing force. Jessica's face twisted in agony as she tried desperately to pry the legs apart with both hands, slapping and clawing at Shannon's skin.
"Submit!" Shannon growled through gritted teeth, pouring all her frustration and pain into the hold. "Fucking tap!"
Jessica refused, grunting and straining, her thick body twisting on the mat. But Shannon wasn't done. While maintaining the devastating scissor, she started raining down hard, vicious slaps to Jessica's face with her free hand.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Each stinging shot snapped Jessica's head side to side. The dirty tactic -- combining the crushing leg lock with face slaps -- was clearly wearing Jessica down. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was forced to cover up with one arm while still trying to break the scissor with the other.
The crowd was going absolutely insane, roaring with bloodlust at the nasty ground exchange.
As the final seconds of the round ticked down, Shannon kept the pressure on -- squeezing the thigh scissor with everything she had and landing a few more heavy slaps to Jessica's face. Jessica was visibly hurting, her powerful body starting to slow under the combined assault.
DING!
The bell rang to end Round 3.
Shannon released the scissor and rolled away, breathing heavily but looking satisfied. She had stolen the round with her dirty, desperate tactics and raw determination.
The judges scored it for Shannon.
Score after three rounds: Jessica 2 - 1 Shannon
Jessica got up slowly, limping slightly on her right leg, her face red and marked. She glared at Shannon with pure hatred as both women returned to their corners.
Brian was furious but focused, immediately tending to Jessica's leg and wiping her down.
"You're still up 2-1, baby," he said firmly. "She got desperate. Now we finish this."
From the stands, Cori muttered under her breath, "Dirty bitch..."
The fight was far from over, but Shannon had clawed her way back into it.
The bell rang to end Round 3 and the warehouse was still roaring. The score was now Jessica 2 - Shannon 1, but the momentum felt like it had swung after Shannon's desperate, dirty tactics at the end of the round.
Chapter 31: Between Round 3 (Both Corners)
The energy in the warehouse was at a fever pitch as both fighters returned to their corners after a brutal, ugly Round 3.
Jessica's Corner
Brian was still fuming about the dirty tactics but forced himself to stay focused. He knelt in front of Jessica, pressing the ice pack firmly against her throbbing right thigh while gently massaging the sore muscle, her calf, and even her bare foot to keep everything loose.
"My thigh hurts so bad," Jessica groaned, wincing. "She was trying to crush it!"
"I know, baby," Brian said, voice full of protective anger and love. "She got desperate because you were beating her ass. You're still up 2-1. You're stronger. You're more powerful. Go out there in this final round and finish what you started. Clinch her shots, use those hips, and wear her the fuck down. I believe in you. You've got this."
His hands never stopped moving -- caring, encouraging, and worshipping her body even in the middle of war.
Shannon's Corner
Across the mat, Shannon's corner was far more tense and emotional.
Shannon sat heavily on her stool, breathing hard and visibly hurting. Her ribs were red and sore from Jessica's powerful slaps, her face was flushed and marked, and her pride had taken a major beating. Tears of frustration and pain welled in her eyes as her coach knelt in front of her, wiping her down urgently.
"Shannon, talk to me," her coach said, voice concerned. "How bad is it? You want to continue? It's okay if this is too much. You fought hard."
Shannon's lip trembled. She was on the verge of breaking down, the overwhelming intensity of the primal atmosphere -- the roaring crowd, the bright lights, the raw physicality of another woman trying to break her -- hitting her harder than she ever expected. Just like Cori the night before, she was learning how brutal this environment truly was.
"I'm... I'm fine," she said shakily, voice cracking. Tears slipped down her cheeks despite her efforts to hold them back. "I'm not quitting. I can still win this."
Her coach looked worried but nodded, continuing to ice her ribs and wipe her face. "Alright. Then we fight smart. No more dirty stuff -- the ref is watching. Use your size, keep her standing if you can, and survive the early pressure. You've still got a chance."
Shannon nodded, wiping her eyes roughly. She was frustrated, emotional, and physically hurting, but her pride refused to let her quit.
In the stands, Cori smiled darkly behind her sunglasses as she watched Jessica limping. "Look at her," she whispered to Ethan, squeezing his arm. "She's hurt."
The referee called both fighters back to the center for the final round.
The score was Jessica 2 - Shannon 1.
Everything was on the line.
#26
Catfight Connection / Re: Catfight in Wva
Last post by Sierra - Yesterday at 08:33:10 AMSeems that "Tuesdaycatfights: and "Maturecouple" are an ideal match. Hope they post the outcome.
#27
Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Katies new neighbour
Last post by literaturelover - Yesterday at 08:06:07 AMHOT .HOT !
This story has exciting sequel possibilities apart from the one you havealready written . I hope many other hot,busty women meet and challenge Katie & Vanessa .
One of my fv sub plots would be to see Katie and Vanessa recruit a number of hot women sexfighters on their side and challenge each other!
This story has exciting sequel possibilities apart from the one you havealready written . I hope many other hot,busty women meet and challenge Katie & Vanessa .
One of my fv sub plots would be to see Katie and Vanessa recruit a number of hot women sexfighters on their side and challenge each other!
#28
General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Married or single?
Last post by FLStud4U - Yesterday at 05:49:52 AMQuote from: Charlene on June 07, 2026, 04:54:56 PMBoth actually. My ex used to have a knack for setting up fights, and I got to look forward to them as much as he did. I rolled around with both married women and single women: girlfriends of his friends, a bartender we both knew (that was a wild fight!), and the young woman who cut his hair.
Not to hijack this topic thread, but would love to hear more about those roll-arounds if you ever care to share.
#29
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ali vs Leilani. All out c...
Last post by Alifightz - Yesterday at 02:59:54 AMQuote from: Collision of Curves on Yesterday at 02:53:40 AMJust had to do it!! Little shit.*curtsies*
#30
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ali vs Leilani. All out c...
Last post by Collision of Curves - Yesterday at 02:53:40 AMJust had to do it!! Little shit. 
