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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: BruisyLucy throws down wit...
Last post by BruisyLucy - August 22, 2026, 01:18:17 AMI've still got your long black hair twisted in my left hand even though my grip is starting to shake from pure exhaustion, and I use that hold to slowly pull your head into the path of my right fist as I drive a heavier, more deliberate punch straight into your cheek. The impact is slower than before but lands with everything I have left, meant to sink deep and hurt worse. I follow it with a hard, measured shot into your ribs, putting full weight behind it so the force drives into your side, then come back up and crack another deliberate punch against your jaw before slamming my knuckles into the heavy underside of one of your enormous breasts. "I'm making every single one of these count," I snarl, voice hoarse and drained but still full of hate as I keep the hair locked and the punches coming slower, heavier, and more vicious.
I keep pulling your head around with what strength remains so your face and body stay open, firing another brutal, deliberate punch into your mouth, then dropping low to drive a heavy shot into your midsection, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like they're made of lead and every movement burns, but I refuse to stop or let go. "Each punch is meant to end you," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring the last of my strength into every slower, more devastating blow as I keep trying to put you down. Yt
I keep pulling your head around with what strength remains so your face and body stay open, firing another brutal, deliberate punch into your mouth, then dropping low to drive a heavy shot into your midsection, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like they're made of lead and every movement burns, but I refuse to stop or let go. "Each punch is meant to end you," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring the last of my strength into every slower, more devastating blow as I keep trying to put you down. Yt
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Catfighting / Re: College Catfighting World ...
Last post by Astrakhan - August 22, 2026, 12:23:16 AMTaylor
"Taylor? I just wanted to say, I saw your match against Team China. You did great out there, and your mother and I are proud of you. Give us a call back whenever you have the chance. We miss talking to you."
Taylor sighed, looking down at the phone in her hands. She leaned over the side of the bridge, watching the Putah Creek flow by below.
She'd been here for the past hour, alone with her thoughts. The air was cool for this time of year, and the skies were cloudy. But even in better weather, no one else was going to be out at the UC Davis Arboretum at 6 in the morning, especially not when there was an exam next week.
This had started out with an early morning jog - she always went for one first thing, in order to keep up with her cardio. The lessons instilled by her years of track training hadn't left her, and her catfighting coach had emphasized the value of endurance. And maybe, she thought, if she put her body to work, maybe it would clear the unwelcome thoughts in her head.
But even after making a lap around the park, and even with the familiar soreness still lingering in her muscles, Taylor's thoughts hadn't calmed down at all.
She didn't know why she'd listened for the fourth time to that same damn voicemail her father had left her, as though that was somehow going to change anything. She knew that if she really felt bad enough about not calling her parents, she should just dial their number and return their call like they told her to.
Hell, if she really felt that bad, she should've answered last night, when her phone started ringing on the way back to the dorms.
But she didn't do that then. Just like why she didn't do that now. Just like why she found her feet rooted to the bridge, right where she stood, staring down at the water for the last ten minutes straight.
She wanted to tell herself it was that she was too tired from the run and needed to catch her breath, or that she was mentally going through her notes from her economics lecture. But no matter what excuses Taylor wanted to make, she knew the real reason why she was staying here, doing nothing. Because she didn't feel like moving.
Some days, honestly, she didn't feel like doing anything.
It didn't always make sense. It didn't have to make sense. That was just what happened, some times. But if there was ever a time for Taylor to feel this depressed, it definitely wasn't now.
Not even 24 hours ago, she had led her team to victory against Team China in the semifinals of the College Catfighting World Cup. It had been a close match - even now, thinking about it, she winced as the phantom pain of Lin's nails against her breasts came back to her. She rubbed where the red welts still crossed her skin - faded now, but it would still be a day or two until they were fully gone. But in the end, she had narrowly pulled out a victory. And it was because of that success that the UC Davis varsity catfighting team had earned its spot in the World Cup finals - the chance to prove they were the best in the world.
She should've been happy. She should've been thrilled. She should've seen that this was proof that her struggles weren't in vain - that all the trials and tribulations it had taken to get her here were worth something. That there was a vindication for all the doubts she'd had.
But then, that only made it all the more frustrating as to why she didn't feel that relief now. Why now, when she had so much in life to be proud of, was she not feeling any of it?
Taylor shook herself. She couldn't just stand here and think about these things. If she wanted those nagging thoughts to stop, she had to actually take that action. At the very least, if she opened up to her parents about the feelings she was having - maybe that would help set things straight.
She opened up the list of contacts. She started scrolling through names and numbers. But then, she stopped, staring down at one name that caught her eye. Emily Torres.
Taylor blinked a few times, trying to remember why she had the contact information for the team captain from Washington and Lee University in Virginia - the same team captain she had faced off against in the final round of the United States Nationals three months earlier. In all the time since she'd met Emily, they hadn't spoken since match day. Taylor had forgotten the very fact she had her number saved at all.
But, in thinking about it, she remembered what had been feeding the depression that was bogging her down right here and now.
Taylor sucked in a deep breath as she pushed herself back from the bridge. Maybe her parents weren't the people she needed to talk to right now.
She pressed the button. The ringtone blared four times - just long enough for Taylor to briefly consider whether or not Emily would actually pick up at all, before her voice came through the other end.
"Yo, Tay! 'sup? Never thought you'd call back."
Taylor sucked in a breath before she continued. "I just...needed someone to talk to, right now. This isn't a bad time, is it?"
Emily chuckled. "You're more interesting than Advanced Geometry class notes. Saw you showed that girl from China last night. Honestly, I had their team pegged to win, so if you took 'em down? Yeah, just confirms my thoughts. You're a badass, Taylor."
Taylor glanced off at the horizon, watching a few birds fly over the cloud-streaked sky. "Thanks...I guess."
"Hey, no 'I guess' about it. I mean it. And you should too. Take a little pride in yourself once in a while, 'kay? Really. It looks good on you."
Taylor turned, pressing her back up against the railing of the bridge as she watched the creek meander in the opposite direction. "Look, Em, it's just...sometimes, I think it should've been you in that spot."
Taylor's eyes drifted down toward the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they passed. And, as she did, her memories drifted back toward that day.
Even months later, she could remember everything she'd felt at that moment. The final round of the Nationals. The match that would determine which school would go on to represent the USA in the College Catfighting World Cup.
It was down to the top picks from the Eastern and Western Conferences - Washington and Lee and UC Davis. Both teams had been rated by analysts as among the best in the country, but the fact they had crushed the competition and made it to this point had proven that fact to whatever doubters might have been left. Now, it was down to this - to determine which one of them deserved their spot as the national champions. The team that would carry the banner on the world stage.
Things had started well for the Aggies. As Taylor's first pick, Nicole had utterly dominated in the opening round, winning a submission from her opponent within seven minutes when she ended up sitting proudly on the unfortunate girl's face. Her opponent - a redhead by the name of Rianne - had talked about the unbreakable strength of her chokeholds in interviews, but Nicole hadn't even let her get her hands on her long enough to set one up.
The brunette's upset victory had won plenty of cheers from the crowd, and she was riding high on that hype, carrying her back straight with a grin on her face on her way back to the bench. "Piece of cake," she said to her teammates, flashing Taylor a wink as she slid in at her side.
"Okay." Taylor nodded her head. "That wasn't so bad."
"Psshaw, wasn't so bad? C'mooon, Taylor," Nikki retorted, elbowing the blonde in the side. "I crushed her. Didn't even hurt."
"Right. Yeah, that's right." Taylor reached down to take a sip from her water bottle, but when she set it down it was with a grin on her face. Maybe this wasn't so intimidating after all. Maybe, if they could keep up that momentum, they could turn this into an easy win.
Nicole launched into an eager recap, but Taylor tuned most of it out. It wasn't like she even needed to go into the gory details - Taylor had seen them just as much as anyone else had. But that wasn't going to dissuade the brunette at all. Giggling to herself, Nikki leaned around Taylor's shoulders to whisper to Chloe. "I must've ripped a chunk of hair out of her scalp that was like-"
"Round Two is about to begin," came the referee's voice - a sound that made Nicole jump back with a less-than-dignified yelp as she was cut off. "Team captains Emily Torres and Taylor Kensington, please come to the mat."
Without skipping a beat, Taylor pushed herself out of her seat. At the same time, across the mat from her, rose the opposing team captain, dressed in a black track jacket. Her skin was a light tan, and her hair - cut choppily and hanging to her shoulders - was a bleached blonde that would've made the average passer-by question her Latin origins, with only the fringe of her heavy bangs dyed with black highlights. When her green eyes caught Taylor's, the corners of her mouth curled up into a wry smile.
"Call?" the referee asked.
"Heads," Emily chimed in without a moment's hesitation. The ref flipped the coin in the air - only to come down as tails.
Taylor stood a little taller, her hands resting on her hips. "I nominate myself."
A gasp went through the crowd at Taylor's call. Though they were allowed to take the mats at any time, it wasn't typical for a team captain to take such an active role until the final round. If the captain was nominating herself as the next round's fighter, it was usually a sign that she had enough confidence in her team as to be assured that they could win it in two rounds. But after Nicole had so thoroughly trounced the competition in the last round, Taylor figured it couldn't be too hard.
Emily's eyebrow rose - then, a smirk broke over her face. "Ooh, ballsy. But I like it. You're on."
Taylor blinked. "Huh? Wait, what are you-"
Emily didn't say anything else. Her intentions were clear enough when she unzipped her jacket and threw it aside. There, Taylor's eyes wandered over her toned frame. Emily was fairly average in terms of curves, with a C cup bust and lean hips, but her body was lithe and fit. It was on full display, too - the string bikini she wore didn't do much to conceal her. Her top consisted of two triangles of fabric with thick black and white horizonal stripes, stretched over her breasts and tied with a knot in the middle, and her matching bottoms were held together by thin strings tied over her hips. It also didn't do anything to cover the number of tattoos that graced her body - a ring of barbed wire encircling her left bicep; a cluster of three roses on her left hip; a flying raven on the back of her right shoulderblade, and three black stars on the side of her right breast.
The moment Emily's jacket hit the mats, the crowd broke out into cheers and wolf-whistles. Taylor even saw a sign reading "MARRY ME EMILY" somewhere in the stands. She bit her lip at that thought. Emily was beautiful, there was no doubt about that - but she knew that her good looks weren't the only reason she was getting the reception she was.
When it came to fans of college catfighting, most people rooted for their home team - either the town closest to them, or their country in international bouts. But there were some catfighters that stood out among the rest and attracted cult followings of their own - and Emily was one of those fighters. As a senior like Taylor, she had been fighting for the last four years - her whole college career. She was in it "for the love of the game," as she had said in an interview. And that had given her plenty of time to make her mark on the public - and the public had taken note.
It wasn't just her mat skills and her dominant record that had made her a media darling. She had a personality that shone through, above and beyond even her teammates - she was well known as a fun-loving party girl who was open about the fact that she was here for a good time, no matter what happened. And even if she was the type to celebrate her victories with drunken benders that gave the tabloids plenty of material, she also brought a sense of edge with her defiant, take-no-prisoners attitude and her willingness to speak her mind. In the leadup to the finals, she'd gone viral when an appearance on a talk show devolved into a profane rant about how the media was "all bullshit" - something that, whether it was her intention or not, ensured more viewers were tuning into her match than ever.
If varsity catfighting had its golden girl, it was Emily Torres. She had the looks, the skills, and the attitude to make her the face of the sport. And now, more than ever before, the realization dawned on Taylor that she was on a collision course with that very same woman.
"Well?" Emily set one hand on her hip, raising the other and making a clawing motion with her fingers curled inward. The lights overhead glinted off her nails - long, pointed, and painted a shiny black. "You're the one who put yourself up to it."
Taylor gulped. She had been feeling that surge of confidence a moment before, borne on by the successes her team had just enjoyed - now, she was reminded of the fact that she was up against a national-level catfighting team with a storied reputation, and in particular, its captain, who had been at the center of a media frenzy. Suddenly, the cameras closing in on the mats seemed closer than ever. If Taylor didn't do this right, she thought to herself, everyone would see exactly how she'd set herself up for failure. The world would see her hubris blow up right in her face, live.
Nevertheless, for as intimidating as the thought of choking on her aspirations might have been, it would be just as much of a disaster if she backed down now - that would prove she didn't think she was World Cup material. And she hadn't gotten this far to back down.
Nodding, Taylor unzipped her jacket, hanging it off to the ref. Now in her white bikini, she stepped up to Emily, looking her in the eye. "Yeah. I'm ready," she said, sucking in a breath. Whether or not she really meant it - she didn't have time to deliberate that. There was only time to act.
And when that bell rang, Taylor couldn't hold back.
The moment the fight began, the two girls were on each other. Both swept closer in a single simultaneous motion. Both sets of hands swung inward, poised to grab for each other. But they met in the middle, with Taylor catching hold of Emily's wrists. They pushed and pulled at one another, the balance between them teetering tenuously as each tried to win the upper hand. Emily hissed in frustration as she saw that her opportunity to claim a favorable position from the outset of the match had been denied - but she wasn't going to accept defeat for long.
The Latina released one of Taylor's hands, using her free hand to throw a few slaps along her side. Each smack of skin against skin rang out through the air with a meaty THWAP. By the fourth slap, Taylor winced from the pain radiating through her side. But that pain wasn't going to stop her. She let go with a hand of her own - this time, sinking her fingers into Emily's hair and giving it a sharp yank to the side.
"Bitch-!" Emily hissed under her breath. Her head jerked in the direction of Taylor's grip as her opponent secured a hold on her, her scalp straining against the pressure. As Emily began to shrink back against the pain, she let go of Taylor's other hand. The moment the Californian blonde found her hand free, she shot it into Emily's hair, now torquing at her scalp with a double-fisted grip!
With a hard shove, Taylor jerked Emily's head backward. The Virginian girl screamed from the pain, but as she twisted Taylor's hair harder, her other hand would shoot into her opponent's face. Taylor barely had time to react before Emily's palm pressed up against her nose and mouth, stifling her breath - let alone when her fingers raked in a vicious clawing motion along her cheeks!
The pain was too much for Taylor to bear. Reflexively, she let go of Emily, stumbling back to rub at her face. Her eyes were still stinging, and her vision was blurred with tears. She only realized that she was leaving herself unguarded a moment later. Shit, she thought to herself. The match had just begun, and already she was letting her opponent run away with the advantage.
Taylor realized that fact a little too late. Emily took one step back from Taylor - getting some distance, right before she charged, throwing herself forward with a shoulder tackle aimed right at the Californian's unprotected midsection. Letting out a choked gasp as the air was driven from her lungs, Taylor was thrown onto her back, with Emily landing on top of her.
Taylor was still clutching her face. But through her fingers, she could see the satisfied smirk cross Emily's face as she settled on top of her foe. No, she told herself - she wasn't going to let Emily get away with things that easily. She still needed to bring the fight to her! Taylor's teeth clenched into a grimace - and then, she shoved her hand up, right into Emily's face!
Emily let out a yelp as Taylor's palm met her chin, pushing her backward. As the girl's center of balance shifted, Taylor kicked up one of her legs, managing to swing it inward and planting the sole of her foot against Emily's belly. Then, with a sharp thrust, she shoved the Latina away from her, sending Emily rolling backward across the mat.
Panting for breath, Taylor slowly pushed herself back up into a seated position. She shook some hair out of her eyes, biting her lip as she felt the rhythmic pounding of her heart inside her chest. Had she just done that? Had she just narrowly escaped ending up underneath a star catfighter?
Across the mat, Emily rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her hip and elbow. When she caught sight of Taylor, that smirk came back to her face. "Not bad," she muttered. "Can you keep it up, though?" Shifting her weight, Emily pushed herself back up to her feet, taking a moment to roll out her shoulders.
"Yeah. Watch me," Taylor muttered, getting back to her feet to follow. She didn't fully believe it. She didn't really have that much of a plan, as a matter of fact. But she wasn't going to let Emily know that she was worried - she knew enough to realize that if that happened, it'd all be over.
Emily stood straighter, shifting her hands to her hips as she watched Taylor step up to her. Taylor could hear the cheers breaking out from the stands around her, chanting "EM-I-LY! EM-I-LY!" She took in a gulp - it was rare for an individual catfighter to make such an impact above her teammates that the crowd would cheer for them, not just their country or their school. But Emily Torres was a girl with just that sort of cult following - and Taylor didn't want to find out the hard way how she lived up to it.
Right as Taylor came into range, Emily lashed out with a punch aimed straight for her chest. Acting on instinct, the Californian veered to the side, making a narrow dodge. She let out a yelp as she did - and immediately blushed at the thought she wasn't able to hold it together. But she shook that thought out of her head a moment later. This was no time for getting lost in thought.
Unfortunately for Taylor, Emily had already made her move. She sent a quick palm strike toward Taylor - this time, aiming for the girl's hefty breasts. A loud SMACK rang out as Emily's hand cracked against the side of Taylor's breast, causing it to jiggle as the tanned Californian veered back. And a moment later, Emily's nails curled inward, squeezing and mauling at Taylor's boob!
Taylor let out a loud scream as a sharp pain shot through her. Hissing through her teeth, she shoved her weight closer against Emily - she drove her shoulder against the tattooed girl's own, causing Emily to veer back half a step, but she held firm. The two of them were pressed close together, feeling the warmth of each other's skin and the hot breath that came from every pant and shudder they made.
Emily didn't let go of Taylor's breast. She would only snarl against the mounting pressure, digging her nails even deeper through the thin fabric of Taylor's white bikini top. Taylor hissed under her breath, her face only growing a deeper red under the strain. But she would slip one hand behind Emily's back, sinking her nails into the Latina's skin and dragging them downward!
A pained yelp escaped Emily's throat as her back arched - a thought that brough Taylor the slightest hint of a smile, knowing she wasn't the only one taking damage. But she knew it wouldn't be long until Emily struck. Pulling herself in so close against Emily left Taylor in range to focus her fire on the Virginian, but she herself was just as open - and she could feel every shift of the muscles beneath Emily's skin as the two girls circled each other, body pressed tightly against body.
The two of them adjusted their grips now, each grabbing the other by the hair with one hand while the others exchanged slaps and jabs against sides and backs. Occasionally one of them would try and muscle their way inward, chests and shoulders pressing together - but for every push and shove one girl made, her opponent met her in turn, evening out the pressure.
It was Emily who finally broke the stalemate. As she dug her fingers even deeper into Taylor's blonde hair, she kicked her knee up, driving it into Taylor's hip once, then twice. The girl squealed as she buckled forward, bent over at the waist - where Emily swung another knee right up into her ribs! This time, one of Taylor's feet slipped, and she dropped to one knee with a hoarse wheeze.
"That all ya got, chica?" Emily taunted her from above.
But right at that moment, Taylor got an idea. Bellowing in defiance, she threw herself forward! Her shoulders slammed into Emily's waist with a surge of her body, driving all her weight up against her opponent in a hard-hitting tackle. If Emily wanted to take her down, Taylor was going to take her down with her!
Emily gasped as Taylor's lunge swept her back off her feet. The Californian's arms latched into place around Emily's hips, pulling herself close as the two girls fell to the mat.
At once, Emily began kicking her legs around Taylor. Taylor veered from one side to the other as Emily knocked her from one direction to the other, threatening to struggle free. But Taylor wouldn't have that, and for whatever direction Emily tried to push her, Taylor swung her hips back the other way!
"Get...off-!" Emily hissed. When kicking Taylor away from her didn't work, the Latina reached up to grab two fistfuls of Taylor's hair, pulling back at it. Taylor hissed against the pressure on her scalp, but her hands shot for whatever purchase she could get. Her first grip went wide, her nails scratching across Emily's skin in an empty grab against her shoulder. But her hand shot out a second time, this time latching onto the narrow band of Emily's bikini top.
The two girls went rolling over, onto their sides. "EM-I-LY!!" the crowd roared. But from Taylor's corner, her own teammates had rallied to her defense. "YOU GOT HER, TAYLOR!" Chloe called, rising from her seat with her hands cupped to her mouth.
"I'm not...letting go-!" Taylor snapped. Her face contorted in a pained wince as Emily ripped at her hair, the blonde strands wrapped tightly between her fingers. With her free hand, she sunk her nails into Emily's side, dragging a claw down along her tanned hip. At the same time, her other hand tightened around Emily's top, pulling back with enough force to make the fabric strain. She could feel the knotted string beginning to unravel beneath her fingers from the sheer tension.
Hissing, Emily swung out a kick then, driving her knee into Taylor's gut. Coughing, the Californian was knocked off of her; she went tumbling over, onto her back. Her grip broke away from Emily's top, but the knot in the front unraveled. Now, as Emily rolled up onto her knees, her top gaped open, her bare breasts heaving against every breath she took.
Taylor pushed herself back onto her hip in turn, flashing a smirk to her foe. "Your fans must like what they see," she teased.
The grin on Emily's face would only grow wider. "Like that's gonna stop me." With that, she grabbed the bikini top dangling around her neck and yanked it straight off, tossing it back into the cheering crowd. She sat straighter on her knees, the beads of sweat glistening against her breasts under the lights. There, she beckoned to Taylor with a finger. "You done yet?"
In an instant, the smirk on Taylor's face turned to a cold, stony scowl. "Never." There was still work to be done. She rolled up onto her knees, lunging toward Emily. Her hands shot for the Virginian's bleach-blonde hair, yanking her head in all directions - but Emily would only respond in turn. She dug her fingers deep into Taylor's hair, trying to pull her straight down!
Taylor shoved her chest and shoulders forward, mashing her larger breasts against Emily's own. Their bodies met with a wet slap as Emily teetered backward and fell, and the Californian was close behind her, scrambling on top. But Emily threw her legs around one of Taylor's own, scissoring it between her thighs. With a swift jerk of her hips, the Latina took control, rolling the girls over onto their sides.
"Gah-! Bitch, let go!" Taylor hissed. She grabbed for one of Emily's thighs where it encircled her own, her nails raking and clawing desperately at the flesh.
Emily let out a pained hiss as Taylor tore red trails along her skin, but swung a hard slap across Taylor's face, causing it to crack to the side. "Puta!" she snapped. Taylor veered, gagging from the blow - which gave Emily the opportunity. She grabbed for Taylor's top in both hands, pulling back hard - and, with a loud RIIIP, tore it straight off the Californian's body.
Rolling with the momentum, Emily broke away from Taylor. She rolled onto her back, then her other side - and then, she rose to her feet, proudly holding Taylor's bikini top over her head like it was a championship belt. Cheers and wolf whistles, and more cries of "EM-I-LY!!" came down from the stands - a gesture Emily met, as she tossed Taylor's top to the crowd as well before blowing a kiss in their direction.
Nicole leaned in closer to the mats, her focus trained on the match with laser precision. "Come on, Tay! Don't let her win like that!" she cried.
"Looks like we're even," Emily said, extending a hand toward Taylor. The Californian took one look down at Emily's hand, then shot a glare back up at her.
"Won't be necessary," she said. Suddenly taken by a surge of adrenaline, Taylor shoved herself back up to her feet - and swung a backhand clear across Emily's bare breasts!
A WAP rang out. The Virginian veered to the side, her breasts swaying from the blow. A few cheers broke out in Taylor's favor, which brought a smile to the Californian's face for a few fleeting seconds. For as much as Emily had won the crowd's favor, maybe she was helping to turn the tides.
Of course, it was going to take more than that to bring Emily down. She swiftly retaliated with a slap of her own, swinging a palm across Taylor's bust. The Californian captain yelped as she turned aside from the blow - right before Emily reached out with two hands, grabbing for Taylor's hair before she lunged toward her with a tackle of her own!
Emily's weight came crashing into Taylor, their bare skin meeting with a wet THWACK before they collapsed to the mats. Taylor landed on her back, with Emily on top of her. But just a moment later, her hand reached out to grab Emily by the hair, anchoring her as she rolled her weight over. Their legs kicked and flailed at the air as they went toppling across the mat - Emily on top of Taylor, then Taylor on top of Emily. At every turn, they exchanged slaps against each other's backs and thighs. Any hit one of them suffered had to be avenged.
In the midst of their rolling, the Latina suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of one of Taylor's breasts, squeezing it tight! At once, a piercing pain shot through Taylor's body. She screamed as Emily's nails raked across her breast, their points sinking deep into the soft, sensitive skin.
But it wasn't the pain that truly sparked something in Taylor as much as what she heard next - when Emily leaned a little closer, her green eyes staring into Taylor's own. "That all you got? C'mon! Impress me, cap!"
Impress her. That thought crossed Taylor's mind as her gaze narrowed. She'd impress her, all right.
Gritting her teeth through the pain, Taylor cried out with a roar of defiance. She threw a hand upward into Emily's face. Two of her nails raked across the tattooed girl's eyes, while her other three scoured down her cheeks. Emily threw her head back with a loud, pained screech that made a fair few in the crowd wince.
"You impressed yet?" Taylor huffed. Their weight rolled over to the side, sending them toppling down onto the mats. The whole way through, though, Taylor never let go of her opponent's face. Emily couldn't see a thing through the stinging pain in her eyes. But her hips still bucked and her leg kicked, coiling around Taylor's own to try and exert her grip. She shoved blindly at Taylor's shoulders a few times, trying to get her to let go - but Taylor held firm. It was only then that Emily's grip drifted lower, finding something else to grab hold of - the strap of the Californian's bikini bottoms.
Twisting the strap around her fingers, Emily pulled back with all her might. Taylor could feel the fabric of her bottoms pulling tight against the most sensitive regions of her body, and she turned her head aside with a scream of pain as the latex dug into her flesh. With another yank, and the sound of a ping, the strap snapped. Taylor's bottoms came away in Emily's hand as the Latina fell onto her back, sending the now-naked Californian sprawling onto her face.
"EM-I-LY! EM-I-LY!" the fans cheered. Taylor lay on her face, her shoulders rising and falling as she sucked in breaths. But despite being stripped bare by her opponent, Taylor wasn't the least bit afraid or ashamed. Any sense of shame had left her now. She wasn't going to slow down now - she had to win! She rolled herself up onto all fours, facing Emily with a snarl. The Latina barely had the time to throw Taylor's torn bikini bottoms aside before Taylor sprung toward her, tackling her to her back.
Once again they went rolling in a tangle of writhing limbs. One of Taylor's hands balled in Emily's hair, while her other hand raked her nails along her side. Emily hissed from the pain as Taylor's nails left red trails in their wake, but she responded in turn, grabbing the girl's hair in one hand as she landed a hard slap against her thigh with the other.
As Taylor rolled her hips over to clamor on top of Emily, the Virginian gave a hard buck, trying to shake her off. Taylor's grip began to slip through Emily's hair as her opponent writhed and twisted with a defiant fury, her legs cutting through the air with frantic kicks. At last, Taylor had to release Emily's hair and fell forward, but as she did, her nails slipped from the Latina's hip to the tie on the side of her bikini bottoms.
There, Taylor's nails dug into Emily's skin - less to hurt, at this point, and more to anchor herself so she couldn't go far from her foe. She yanked her body back up with enough force to tear the tie loose, leaving Emily's bottoms attached only on one side.
With another kick of Emily's leg, she flipped herself over to roll on top of Taylor. But Taylor kept rolling, clawing at her Emily's sides and chest and belly at every turn. Their legs grasped at each other like entwined serpents. As Emily twisted and turned, her bottoms slid down further along her leg until another kick sent them flying across the mats.
Now both girls were naked, and neither was going to stop for the sake of modesty. Emily wasn't even paying heed to the cheers calling her name from the stands. She told Taylor to do her worst - and Taylor was bringing just the sort of intensity she was hoping for. Now, the Californian had fallen into a state of raw instinct. She didn't need to think about what she was doing - she just knew she had to win.
Their bare skin only left a target for their nails as they kept rolling, raking wicked scratches across each other's bodies wherever they could reach. Their toenails clawed at each other's shins and calves as they struggled in a desperate duel for dominance, marking each other with red trails. Emily dragged her nails down Taylor's back; Taylor dug hers into the flesh of Emily's ass and squeezed. They toppled over once, then twice before they let go of each other's skin to go after their hair instead - in a single moment, so perfect as to have been coordinated, each girl grabbed each other by their blonde locks in unison and yanked hard. Taylor and Emily were of the same mind - both of them fully devoted to victory, both of them forgetting all hesitations and inhibitions they might've had.
In the heat of the moment - driven like a wild beast - Taylor threw her head down and sank her teeth into the flesh of Emily's breast. The Latina howled from the pain, rolling over onto her back underneath Taylor. But she responded by shoving her hand hard into the Californian's face, her nails scouring at her eyes.
The white-hot pain of Emily's eye rake flooded Taylor's senses. She fell down onto her side, just as Emily pushed herself up onto her knees and rolled her weight over. Taylor fell to her back, with Emily straddling her hips - and it was with a grimace that Emily looked down on her foe, her shoulders tense like a cat's raised hackles. With both hands, she reached down and grabbed Taylor's nipples, pinching them between her nails and torquing them hard.
Taylor's screams would only grow louder. They drowned out the roar of the crowd, and the encouragement her teammates were yelling to her from their bench - she could only focus on one thing, and that was outlasting Emily and standing up against her even in the face of an unstoppable onslaught. A burning pain was piercing through her - but even still, she reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of Emily's hair, pulling at it as hard as she could. She let out another scream - less one of pain, and more one of defiance.
Hauling Emily backward, Taylor was able to force the Virginia captain off of her. She clamored up to her knees as Emily fell to a seated position in front of her. Their shoulders rose and fell as they sucked in breaths, and their skin glistened with sweat under the lights - but neither girl was willing to give in any time soon. They would keep fighting until they couldn't any more, if it came to that. Both of them knew that, without having to exchange a single word.
But Emily did speak up, her words coming in between pants. "You're...good..."
When Taylor heard that, it was enough to shock her out of her fury for just a few fleeting seconds. After how savagely she and Emily had been tearing into one another, she wasn't expecting the Latina to actually have praise for anything she did. Emily's words weren't those of a hated enemy. They weren't tinged with any scorn. For as hard as they had fought, what mattered to Emily was that Taylor even had it in her to fight this hard.
Emily continued, a grin flashing across her face. "I'm really gonna have to work to take you down, huh?"
Taylor barely had time to blink before Emily struck again. She called out a loud battle cry, swiping a slap clean across Taylor's face that made her lurch to the side. As the Californian was reeling, Emily scrambled behind her - and then, she tackled her from behind, shoving her full weight up against her and knocking Taylor to the floor.
Taylor gasped and gagged, her feet paddling at the air behind her as she tried to shake Emily off her back, but the tattooed girl remained right where she was. It was then that a cold realization set in for Taylor - she had used up much of her stamina in her burst of raw aggression earlier; that aggession that had carried the two of them through a relentless catball. Now that the adrenaline was dying down, the aches and pains and heaviness were all settling back into her muscles - right when she needed them most.
And it was right then that Emily sprung. She clamored higher along Taylor's back, her hips pressing down against the Californian's spine as her thighs wrapped around her sides. With the last of her strength, Taylor tried to twist and buck, but Emily remained firm. "Nope!" she cried in defiance - and then, she threw her arm around Taylor's throat, leaning down to put her in a chokehold.
Taylor's eyes went wide against the pressure. She gagged as Emily's forearm pressed tighter against her neck, flattening the air out of her windpipe. She could feel the heat of Emily's exhale against her skin, and how the Virginian captain's bare breasts pressed against her shoulderblades. She tried to twist her hips from side to side, but Emily dug her footing deeper into the mats at her sides. "Not happening!" she cried. No matter how hard Taylor tried, she couldn't get her to budge.
"EM-I-LY!! EM-I-LY!!" the cheers were reaching their crescendo now. All around her, Taylor could hear a thousand voices all calling out in unison - all calling out her opponent's name. Her opponent, who now had her trapped beneath her weight, pressing her against the floor in a grip too ironclad to break. Tayor tried to shake her head, just to find some means of resistance - but she couldn't even do that. With how firmly Emily had her neck, she could barely bring her head to move. And with each moment that passed in Emily's embrace, with the air being squashed out of her lungs beneath her weight and every breath drowned out in her stifling grip, Taylor could feel herself growing more and more light-headed from lack of oxygen.
Emily's voice came again in a whisper. "What's it gonna be, cap? You gonna give, or am I gonna have to choke you out?"
Taylor's eyes squeezed shut as her face contorted in a pained grimace. She didn't want to face the truth of what was happening - but she had to. The burst of raw animal aggression had carried her forward long enough to even the odds with Emily, but in the end, the Latina had taken back control - and now, this was where she was left. Trapped against the mat, unable to move, naked, while everyone around her chanted her opponent's name. Taylor had been outmanuevered. And now, she realized, she had never felt so small.
She had no other choice. She lifted her hand and tapped it against the mat.
At that, the arena broke into cheers again. With a burst of energy that shouldn't have been possible after such a grueling match, Emily jumped up to her feet, victorious. "YEAH!" she cried, throwing her fists to the sky as her teammates cheered from their bench. And that left Taylor to rise to her knees, her arms wrapped around her body to cover herself as she panted for breath. Every muscle in her body felt sore and heavy, and she felt clammy from the cool air against her sweat-damp skin.
The referee handed her a towel and guided her back to her bench, while Emily strutted back to hers with her chest thrust forward and her chin held high. And even as Taylor's teammates tried to greet her with encouragement and praise, Taylor couldn't take any of it to heart. Not when her mind was still focused on her loss.
Taylor's defeat had left the score tied. In the end, it would all be up to Chloe to win UC Davis their spot in the World Cup - which Chloe did, after a long and closely-matched battle. Taylor wasn't paying any attention to the specifics. She couldn't even remember what had happened, besides the outcome. She couldn't even remember the name of Chloe's opponent. When Chloe sauntered her way back to the bench, greeting them with high-fives before Nicole pulled her into a hug, Taylor wanted to have that same sort of enthusiasm to show her in return. She wanted to be proud of her - she knew Chloe deserved it.
But she couldn't. Because her mind was stuck on one thing. Taylor had gotten too cocky in trying to finish this match in two rounds, and she had paid the price for it. If she'd been so short-sighted, did her team even deserve to make it this far?
Taylor's thoughts were broken by a loud peal of laughter from over the phone. "You think it should've been me?"
Taylor winced a little at the sound of Emily's response. "I mean...can you blame me? You're a fan favorite, Em. Nobody would've complained if it was you in the World Cup finals. Fuck, they'd probably be paying your tuition. And you beat me, fair and square."
"Yeah, but your team still won. It's not just you, Taylor. It's the whole team."
Taylor let out a long sigh. "Yeah, well...that's what I was worried about. I've been thinking a lot about our match. I got ahead of myself and volunteered myself in round two. I figured I could end it there. And you kicked my ass. I wonder sometimes how my team even made it this far if it's me calling the shots. What if I blow it in the finals? Emily, do you think I'm the weak link?"
"You? The weak link?" Another chuckle came over the phone. "Tay. Seriously. You're a catfighter, not a comedian. I mean, if the whole catfighting thing doesn't work out, maybe you've got a new career path, but I can't see that happening. I didn't kick your ass."
"You won!"
"Maybe I did. But I damn well had to try for it."
Taylor was silent.
"You say I 'kicked your ass' like it wasn't close. Look at it this way," Emily continued. "Yeah, I won. But you still gave me the fight of my life. Like, shit, Tay, I don't know if I've met another girl who fought as hard as you did back then."
"Wait, you really think that..?"
"Anyone would think that. You went the distance against a top fighter. And you've got my respect for that. So take it in stride, okay?"
Taylor paused, thinking back on what happened later that night.
It was after the match, when everyone was back in their locker room. Nicole and Chloe were still eagerly discussing their victories, but Taylor had pulled her clothes back on without a word, eager to get out of there as soon as possible and forget that her defeat had ever happened. She was trying to tune out their words so that she could just get this over with once they decided to get back on the bus to their hotel room, and then she could move on with their life.
But then, she heard a voice coming from behind her. "Yo, Taylor!"
Taylor spun back around to the noise. Emily was standing there in the locker room - still naked; she hadn't even bothered putting her track jacket back on. Taylor could see the scratch marks and bruises blooming across her bare skin, but it didn't seem to do anything to slow her down. Instead, Emily stood tall with a smile across her face, beaming with pride.
For a moment, Taylor went tense - half-expecting Emily to gloat, or to taunt her over her loss. But she only said one word. "Catch!"
"Huh?"
The next thing she knew, Emily had tossed a beer can at her; Taylor narrowly caught it before looking back at her with a bewildered stare.
"Just wanted to congratulate you for a job well done," Emily explained. Then she picked up her phone. "I wanna stay in touch. Give you my number if you give me yours."
After a moment's thought, Taylor nodded her head. "Er...alright," she said, taking her phone out of her pocket to type Emily's number into her contacts.
"Nice, nice," Emily replied. "Hey, good luck out there. And keep up the good work!"
Maybe, to Taylor, it had been a devastating, humiliating defeat. But then...who was she to judge it that way, just because the finish wasn't what she hoped for? Back on the bridge, Taylor could feel her smile growing a little wider. No. Emily was right.
"Thanks, Em," she said. "I will."
"Taylor? I just wanted to say, I saw your match against Team China. You did great out there, and your mother and I are proud of you. Give us a call back whenever you have the chance. We miss talking to you."
Taylor sighed, looking down at the phone in her hands. She leaned over the side of the bridge, watching the Putah Creek flow by below.
She'd been here for the past hour, alone with her thoughts. The air was cool for this time of year, and the skies were cloudy. But even in better weather, no one else was going to be out at the UC Davis Arboretum at 6 in the morning, especially not when there was an exam next week.
This had started out with an early morning jog - she always went for one first thing, in order to keep up with her cardio. The lessons instilled by her years of track training hadn't left her, and her catfighting coach had emphasized the value of endurance. And maybe, she thought, if she put her body to work, maybe it would clear the unwelcome thoughts in her head.
But even after making a lap around the park, and even with the familiar soreness still lingering in her muscles, Taylor's thoughts hadn't calmed down at all.
She didn't know why she'd listened for the fourth time to that same damn voicemail her father had left her, as though that was somehow going to change anything. She knew that if she really felt bad enough about not calling her parents, she should just dial their number and return their call like they told her to.
Hell, if she really felt that bad, she should've answered last night, when her phone started ringing on the way back to the dorms.
But she didn't do that then. Just like why she didn't do that now. Just like why she found her feet rooted to the bridge, right where she stood, staring down at the water for the last ten minutes straight.
She wanted to tell herself it was that she was too tired from the run and needed to catch her breath, or that she was mentally going through her notes from her economics lecture. But no matter what excuses Taylor wanted to make, she knew the real reason why she was staying here, doing nothing. Because she didn't feel like moving.
Some days, honestly, she didn't feel like doing anything.
It didn't always make sense. It didn't have to make sense. That was just what happened, some times. But if there was ever a time for Taylor to feel this depressed, it definitely wasn't now.
Not even 24 hours ago, she had led her team to victory against Team China in the semifinals of the College Catfighting World Cup. It had been a close match - even now, thinking about it, she winced as the phantom pain of Lin's nails against her breasts came back to her. She rubbed where the red welts still crossed her skin - faded now, but it would still be a day or two until they were fully gone. But in the end, she had narrowly pulled out a victory. And it was because of that success that the UC Davis varsity catfighting team had earned its spot in the World Cup finals - the chance to prove they were the best in the world.
She should've been happy. She should've been thrilled. She should've seen that this was proof that her struggles weren't in vain - that all the trials and tribulations it had taken to get her here were worth something. That there was a vindication for all the doubts she'd had.
But then, that only made it all the more frustrating as to why she didn't feel that relief now. Why now, when she had so much in life to be proud of, was she not feeling any of it?
Taylor shook herself. She couldn't just stand here and think about these things. If she wanted those nagging thoughts to stop, she had to actually take that action. At the very least, if she opened up to her parents about the feelings she was having - maybe that would help set things straight.
She opened up the list of contacts. She started scrolling through names and numbers. But then, she stopped, staring down at one name that caught her eye. Emily Torres.
Taylor blinked a few times, trying to remember why she had the contact information for the team captain from Washington and Lee University in Virginia - the same team captain she had faced off against in the final round of the United States Nationals three months earlier. In all the time since she'd met Emily, they hadn't spoken since match day. Taylor had forgotten the very fact she had her number saved at all.
But, in thinking about it, she remembered what had been feeding the depression that was bogging her down right here and now.
Taylor sucked in a deep breath as she pushed herself back from the bridge. Maybe her parents weren't the people she needed to talk to right now.
She pressed the button. The ringtone blared four times - just long enough for Taylor to briefly consider whether or not Emily would actually pick up at all, before her voice came through the other end.
"Yo, Tay! 'sup? Never thought you'd call back."
Taylor sucked in a breath before she continued. "I just...needed someone to talk to, right now. This isn't a bad time, is it?"
Emily chuckled. "You're more interesting than Advanced Geometry class notes. Saw you showed that girl from China last night. Honestly, I had their team pegged to win, so if you took 'em down? Yeah, just confirms my thoughts. You're a badass, Taylor."
Taylor glanced off at the horizon, watching a few birds fly over the cloud-streaked sky. "Thanks...I guess."
"Hey, no 'I guess' about it. I mean it. And you should too. Take a little pride in yourself once in a while, 'kay? Really. It looks good on you."
Taylor turned, pressing her back up against the railing of the bridge as she watched the creek meander in the opposite direction. "Look, Em, it's just...sometimes, I think it should've been you in that spot."
Taylor's eyes drifted down toward the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they passed. And, as she did, her memories drifted back toward that day.
Even months later, she could remember everything she'd felt at that moment. The final round of the Nationals. The match that would determine which school would go on to represent the USA in the College Catfighting World Cup.
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It was down to the top picks from the Eastern and Western Conferences - Washington and Lee and UC Davis. Both teams had been rated by analysts as among the best in the country, but the fact they had crushed the competition and made it to this point had proven that fact to whatever doubters might have been left. Now, it was down to this - to determine which one of them deserved their spot as the national champions. The team that would carry the banner on the world stage.
Things had started well for the Aggies. As Taylor's first pick, Nicole had utterly dominated in the opening round, winning a submission from her opponent within seven minutes when she ended up sitting proudly on the unfortunate girl's face. Her opponent - a redhead by the name of Rianne - had talked about the unbreakable strength of her chokeholds in interviews, but Nicole hadn't even let her get her hands on her long enough to set one up.
The brunette's upset victory had won plenty of cheers from the crowd, and she was riding high on that hype, carrying her back straight with a grin on her face on her way back to the bench. "Piece of cake," she said to her teammates, flashing Taylor a wink as she slid in at her side.
"Okay." Taylor nodded her head. "That wasn't so bad."
"Psshaw, wasn't so bad? C'mooon, Taylor," Nikki retorted, elbowing the blonde in the side. "I crushed her. Didn't even hurt."
"Right. Yeah, that's right." Taylor reached down to take a sip from her water bottle, but when she set it down it was with a grin on her face. Maybe this wasn't so intimidating after all. Maybe, if they could keep up that momentum, they could turn this into an easy win.
Nicole launched into an eager recap, but Taylor tuned most of it out. It wasn't like she even needed to go into the gory details - Taylor had seen them just as much as anyone else had. But that wasn't going to dissuade the brunette at all. Giggling to herself, Nikki leaned around Taylor's shoulders to whisper to Chloe. "I must've ripped a chunk of hair out of her scalp that was like-"
"Round Two is about to begin," came the referee's voice - a sound that made Nicole jump back with a less-than-dignified yelp as she was cut off. "Team captains Emily Torres and Taylor Kensington, please come to the mat."
Without skipping a beat, Taylor pushed herself out of her seat. At the same time, across the mat from her, rose the opposing team captain, dressed in a black track jacket. Her skin was a light tan, and her hair - cut choppily and hanging to her shoulders - was a bleached blonde that would've made the average passer-by question her Latin origins, with only the fringe of her heavy bangs dyed with black highlights. When her green eyes caught Taylor's, the corners of her mouth curled up into a wry smile.
"Call?" the referee asked.
"Heads," Emily chimed in without a moment's hesitation. The ref flipped the coin in the air - only to come down as tails.
Taylor stood a little taller, her hands resting on her hips. "I nominate myself."
A gasp went through the crowd at Taylor's call. Though they were allowed to take the mats at any time, it wasn't typical for a team captain to take such an active role until the final round. If the captain was nominating herself as the next round's fighter, it was usually a sign that she had enough confidence in her team as to be assured that they could win it in two rounds. But after Nicole had so thoroughly trounced the competition in the last round, Taylor figured it couldn't be too hard.
Emily's eyebrow rose - then, a smirk broke over her face. "Ooh, ballsy. But I like it. You're on."
Taylor blinked. "Huh? Wait, what are you-"
Emily didn't say anything else. Her intentions were clear enough when she unzipped her jacket and threw it aside. There, Taylor's eyes wandered over her toned frame. Emily was fairly average in terms of curves, with a C cup bust and lean hips, but her body was lithe and fit. It was on full display, too - the string bikini she wore didn't do much to conceal her. Her top consisted of two triangles of fabric with thick black and white horizonal stripes, stretched over her breasts and tied with a knot in the middle, and her matching bottoms were held together by thin strings tied over her hips. It also didn't do anything to cover the number of tattoos that graced her body - a ring of barbed wire encircling her left bicep; a cluster of three roses on her left hip; a flying raven on the back of her right shoulderblade, and three black stars on the side of her right breast.
The moment Emily's jacket hit the mats, the crowd broke out into cheers and wolf-whistles. Taylor even saw a sign reading "MARRY ME EMILY" somewhere in the stands. She bit her lip at that thought. Emily was beautiful, there was no doubt about that - but she knew that her good looks weren't the only reason she was getting the reception she was.
When it came to fans of college catfighting, most people rooted for their home team - either the town closest to them, or their country in international bouts. But there were some catfighters that stood out among the rest and attracted cult followings of their own - and Emily was one of those fighters. As a senior like Taylor, she had been fighting for the last four years - her whole college career. She was in it "for the love of the game," as she had said in an interview. And that had given her plenty of time to make her mark on the public - and the public had taken note.
It wasn't just her mat skills and her dominant record that had made her a media darling. She had a personality that shone through, above and beyond even her teammates - she was well known as a fun-loving party girl who was open about the fact that she was here for a good time, no matter what happened. And even if she was the type to celebrate her victories with drunken benders that gave the tabloids plenty of material, she also brought a sense of edge with her defiant, take-no-prisoners attitude and her willingness to speak her mind. In the leadup to the finals, she'd gone viral when an appearance on a talk show devolved into a profane rant about how the media was "all bullshit" - something that, whether it was her intention or not, ensured more viewers were tuning into her match than ever.
If varsity catfighting had its golden girl, it was Emily Torres. She had the looks, the skills, and the attitude to make her the face of the sport. And now, more than ever before, the realization dawned on Taylor that she was on a collision course with that very same woman.
"Well?" Emily set one hand on her hip, raising the other and making a clawing motion with her fingers curled inward. The lights overhead glinted off her nails - long, pointed, and painted a shiny black. "You're the one who put yourself up to it."
Taylor gulped. She had been feeling that surge of confidence a moment before, borne on by the successes her team had just enjoyed - now, she was reminded of the fact that she was up against a national-level catfighting team with a storied reputation, and in particular, its captain, who had been at the center of a media frenzy. Suddenly, the cameras closing in on the mats seemed closer than ever. If Taylor didn't do this right, she thought to herself, everyone would see exactly how she'd set herself up for failure. The world would see her hubris blow up right in her face, live.
Nevertheless, for as intimidating as the thought of choking on her aspirations might have been, it would be just as much of a disaster if she backed down now - that would prove she didn't think she was World Cup material. And she hadn't gotten this far to back down.
Nodding, Taylor unzipped her jacket, hanging it off to the ref. Now in her white bikini, she stepped up to Emily, looking her in the eye. "Yeah. I'm ready," she said, sucking in a breath. Whether or not she really meant it - she didn't have time to deliberate that. There was only time to act.
And when that bell rang, Taylor couldn't hold back.
The moment the fight began, the two girls were on each other. Both swept closer in a single simultaneous motion. Both sets of hands swung inward, poised to grab for each other. But they met in the middle, with Taylor catching hold of Emily's wrists. They pushed and pulled at one another, the balance between them teetering tenuously as each tried to win the upper hand. Emily hissed in frustration as she saw that her opportunity to claim a favorable position from the outset of the match had been denied - but she wasn't going to accept defeat for long.
The Latina released one of Taylor's hands, using her free hand to throw a few slaps along her side. Each smack of skin against skin rang out through the air with a meaty THWAP. By the fourth slap, Taylor winced from the pain radiating through her side. But that pain wasn't going to stop her. She let go with a hand of her own - this time, sinking her fingers into Emily's hair and giving it a sharp yank to the side.
"Bitch-!" Emily hissed under her breath. Her head jerked in the direction of Taylor's grip as her opponent secured a hold on her, her scalp straining against the pressure. As Emily began to shrink back against the pain, she let go of Taylor's other hand. The moment the Californian blonde found her hand free, she shot it into Emily's hair, now torquing at her scalp with a double-fisted grip!
With a hard shove, Taylor jerked Emily's head backward. The Virginian girl screamed from the pain, but as she twisted Taylor's hair harder, her other hand would shoot into her opponent's face. Taylor barely had time to react before Emily's palm pressed up against her nose and mouth, stifling her breath - let alone when her fingers raked in a vicious clawing motion along her cheeks!
The pain was too much for Taylor to bear. Reflexively, she let go of Emily, stumbling back to rub at her face. Her eyes were still stinging, and her vision was blurred with tears. She only realized that she was leaving herself unguarded a moment later. Shit, she thought to herself. The match had just begun, and already she was letting her opponent run away with the advantage.
Taylor realized that fact a little too late. Emily took one step back from Taylor - getting some distance, right before she charged, throwing herself forward with a shoulder tackle aimed right at the Californian's unprotected midsection. Letting out a choked gasp as the air was driven from her lungs, Taylor was thrown onto her back, with Emily landing on top of her.
Taylor was still clutching her face. But through her fingers, she could see the satisfied smirk cross Emily's face as she settled on top of her foe. No, she told herself - she wasn't going to let Emily get away with things that easily. She still needed to bring the fight to her! Taylor's teeth clenched into a grimace - and then, she shoved her hand up, right into Emily's face!
Emily let out a yelp as Taylor's palm met her chin, pushing her backward. As the girl's center of balance shifted, Taylor kicked up one of her legs, managing to swing it inward and planting the sole of her foot against Emily's belly. Then, with a sharp thrust, she shoved the Latina away from her, sending Emily rolling backward across the mat.
Panting for breath, Taylor slowly pushed herself back up into a seated position. She shook some hair out of her eyes, biting her lip as she felt the rhythmic pounding of her heart inside her chest. Had she just done that? Had she just narrowly escaped ending up underneath a star catfighter?
Across the mat, Emily rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her hip and elbow. When she caught sight of Taylor, that smirk came back to her face. "Not bad," she muttered. "Can you keep it up, though?" Shifting her weight, Emily pushed herself back up to her feet, taking a moment to roll out her shoulders.
"Yeah. Watch me," Taylor muttered, getting back to her feet to follow. She didn't fully believe it. She didn't really have that much of a plan, as a matter of fact. But she wasn't going to let Emily know that she was worried - she knew enough to realize that if that happened, it'd all be over.
Emily stood straighter, shifting her hands to her hips as she watched Taylor step up to her. Taylor could hear the cheers breaking out from the stands around her, chanting "EM-I-LY! EM-I-LY!" She took in a gulp - it was rare for an individual catfighter to make such an impact above her teammates that the crowd would cheer for them, not just their country or their school. But Emily Torres was a girl with just that sort of cult following - and Taylor didn't want to find out the hard way how she lived up to it.
Right as Taylor came into range, Emily lashed out with a punch aimed straight for her chest. Acting on instinct, the Californian veered to the side, making a narrow dodge. She let out a yelp as she did - and immediately blushed at the thought she wasn't able to hold it together. But she shook that thought out of her head a moment later. This was no time for getting lost in thought.
Unfortunately for Taylor, Emily had already made her move. She sent a quick palm strike toward Taylor - this time, aiming for the girl's hefty breasts. A loud SMACK rang out as Emily's hand cracked against the side of Taylor's breast, causing it to jiggle as the tanned Californian veered back. And a moment later, Emily's nails curled inward, squeezing and mauling at Taylor's boob!
Taylor let out a loud scream as a sharp pain shot through her. Hissing through her teeth, she shoved her weight closer against Emily - she drove her shoulder against the tattooed girl's own, causing Emily to veer back half a step, but she held firm. The two of them were pressed close together, feeling the warmth of each other's skin and the hot breath that came from every pant and shudder they made.
Emily didn't let go of Taylor's breast. She would only snarl against the mounting pressure, digging her nails even deeper through the thin fabric of Taylor's white bikini top. Taylor hissed under her breath, her face only growing a deeper red under the strain. But she would slip one hand behind Emily's back, sinking her nails into the Latina's skin and dragging them downward!
A pained yelp escaped Emily's throat as her back arched - a thought that brough Taylor the slightest hint of a smile, knowing she wasn't the only one taking damage. But she knew it wouldn't be long until Emily struck. Pulling herself in so close against Emily left Taylor in range to focus her fire on the Virginian, but she herself was just as open - and she could feel every shift of the muscles beneath Emily's skin as the two girls circled each other, body pressed tightly against body.
The two of them adjusted their grips now, each grabbing the other by the hair with one hand while the others exchanged slaps and jabs against sides and backs. Occasionally one of them would try and muscle their way inward, chests and shoulders pressing together - but for every push and shove one girl made, her opponent met her in turn, evening out the pressure.
It was Emily who finally broke the stalemate. As she dug her fingers even deeper into Taylor's blonde hair, she kicked her knee up, driving it into Taylor's hip once, then twice. The girl squealed as she buckled forward, bent over at the waist - where Emily swung another knee right up into her ribs! This time, one of Taylor's feet slipped, and she dropped to one knee with a hoarse wheeze.
"That all ya got, chica?" Emily taunted her from above.
But right at that moment, Taylor got an idea. Bellowing in defiance, she threw herself forward! Her shoulders slammed into Emily's waist with a surge of her body, driving all her weight up against her opponent in a hard-hitting tackle. If Emily wanted to take her down, Taylor was going to take her down with her!
Emily gasped as Taylor's lunge swept her back off her feet. The Californian's arms latched into place around Emily's hips, pulling herself close as the two girls fell to the mat.
At once, Emily began kicking her legs around Taylor. Taylor veered from one side to the other as Emily knocked her from one direction to the other, threatening to struggle free. But Taylor wouldn't have that, and for whatever direction Emily tried to push her, Taylor swung her hips back the other way!
"Get...off-!" Emily hissed. When kicking Taylor away from her didn't work, the Latina reached up to grab two fistfuls of Taylor's hair, pulling back at it. Taylor hissed against the pressure on her scalp, but her hands shot for whatever purchase she could get. Her first grip went wide, her nails scratching across Emily's skin in an empty grab against her shoulder. But her hand shot out a second time, this time latching onto the narrow band of Emily's bikini top.
The two girls went rolling over, onto their sides. "EM-I-LY!!" the crowd roared. But from Taylor's corner, her own teammates had rallied to her defense. "YOU GOT HER, TAYLOR!" Chloe called, rising from her seat with her hands cupped to her mouth.
"I'm not...letting go-!" Taylor snapped. Her face contorted in a pained wince as Emily ripped at her hair, the blonde strands wrapped tightly between her fingers. With her free hand, she sunk her nails into Emily's side, dragging a claw down along her tanned hip. At the same time, her other hand tightened around Emily's top, pulling back with enough force to make the fabric strain. She could feel the knotted string beginning to unravel beneath her fingers from the sheer tension.
Hissing, Emily swung out a kick then, driving her knee into Taylor's gut. Coughing, the Californian was knocked off of her; she went tumbling over, onto her back. Her grip broke away from Emily's top, but the knot in the front unraveled. Now, as Emily rolled up onto her knees, her top gaped open, her bare breasts heaving against every breath she took.
Taylor pushed herself back onto her hip in turn, flashing a smirk to her foe. "Your fans must like what they see," she teased.
The grin on Emily's face would only grow wider. "Like that's gonna stop me." With that, she grabbed the bikini top dangling around her neck and yanked it straight off, tossing it back into the cheering crowd. She sat straighter on her knees, the beads of sweat glistening against her breasts under the lights. There, she beckoned to Taylor with a finger. "You done yet?"
In an instant, the smirk on Taylor's face turned to a cold, stony scowl. "Never." There was still work to be done. She rolled up onto her knees, lunging toward Emily. Her hands shot for the Virginian's bleach-blonde hair, yanking her head in all directions - but Emily would only respond in turn. She dug her fingers deep into Taylor's hair, trying to pull her straight down!
Taylor shoved her chest and shoulders forward, mashing her larger breasts against Emily's own. Their bodies met with a wet slap as Emily teetered backward and fell, and the Californian was close behind her, scrambling on top. But Emily threw her legs around one of Taylor's own, scissoring it between her thighs. With a swift jerk of her hips, the Latina took control, rolling the girls over onto their sides.
"Gah-! Bitch, let go!" Taylor hissed. She grabbed for one of Emily's thighs where it encircled her own, her nails raking and clawing desperately at the flesh.
Emily let out a pained hiss as Taylor tore red trails along her skin, but swung a hard slap across Taylor's face, causing it to crack to the side. "Puta!" she snapped. Taylor veered, gagging from the blow - which gave Emily the opportunity. She grabbed for Taylor's top in both hands, pulling back hard - and, with a loud RIIIP, tore it straight off the Californian's body.
Rolling with the momentum, Emily broke away from Taylor. She rolled onto her back, then her other side - and then, she rose to her feet, proudly holding Taylor's bikini top over her head like it was a championship belt. Cheers and wolf whistles, and more cries of "EM-I-LY!!" came down from the stands - a gesture Emily met, as she tossed Taylor's top to the crowd as well before blowing a kiss in their direction.
Nicole leaned in closer to the mats, her focus trained on the match with laser precision. "Come on, Tay! Don't let her win like that!" she cried.
"Looks like we're even," Emily said, extending a hand toward Taylor. The Californian took one look down at Emily's hand, then shot a glare back up at her.
"Won't be necessary," she said. Suddenly taken by a surge of adrenaline, Taylor shoved herself back up to her feet - and swung a backhand clear across Emily's bare breasts!
A WAP rang out. The Virginian veered to the side, her breasts swaying from the blow. A few cheers broke out in Taylor's favor, which brought a smile to the Californian's face for a few fleeting seconds. For as much as Emily had won the crowd's favor, maybe she was helping to turn the tides.
Of course, it was going to take more than that to bring Emily down. She swiftly retaliated with a slap of her own, swinging a palm across Taylor's bust. The Californian captain yelped as she turned aside from the blow - right before Emily reached out with two hands, grabbing for Taylor's hair before she lunged toward her with a tackle of her own!
Emily's weight came crashing into Taylor, their bare skin meeting with a wet THWACK before they collapsed to the mats. Taylor landed on her back, with Emily on top of her. But just a moment later, her hand reached out to grab Emily by the hair, anchoring her as she rolled her weight over. Their legs kicked and flailed at the air as they went toppling across the mat - Emily on top of Taylor, then Taylor on top of Emily. At every turn, they exchanged slaps against each other's backs and thighs. Any hit one of them suffered had to be avenged.
In the midst of their rolling, the Latina suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of one of Taylor's breasts, squeezing it tight! At once, a piercing pain shot through Taylor's body. She screamed as Emily's nails raked across her breast, their points sinking deep into the soft, sensitive skin.
But it wasn't the pain that truly sparked something in Taylor as much as what she heard next - when Emily leaned a little closer, her green eyes staring into Taylor's own. "That all you got? C'mon! Impress me, cap!"
Impress her. That thought crossed Taylor's mind as her gaze narrowed. She'd impress her, all right.
Gritting her teeth through the pain, Taylor cried out with a roar of defiance. She threw a hand upward into Emily's face. Two of her nails raked across the tattooed girl's eyes, while her other three scoured down her cheeks. Emily threw her head back with a loud, pained screech that made a fair few in the crowd wince.
"You impressed yet?" Taylor huffed. Their weight rolled over to the side, sending them toppling down onto the mats. The whole way through, though, Taylor never let go of her opponent's face. Emily couldn't see a thing through the stinging pain in her eyes. But her hips still bucked and her leg kicked, coiling around Taylor's own to try and exert her grip. She shoved blindly at Taylor's shoulders a few times, trying to get her to let go - but Taylor held firm. It was only then that Emily's grip drifted lower, finding something else to grab hold of - the strap of the Californian's bikini bottoms.
Twisting the strap around her fingers, Emily pulled back with all her might. Taylor could feel the fabric of her bottoms pulling tight against the most sensitive regions of her body, and she turned her head aside with a scream of pain as the latex dug into her flesh. With another yank, and the sound of a ping, the strap snapped. Taylor's bottoms came away in Emily's hand as the Latina fell onto her back, sending the now-naked Californian sprawling onto her face.
"EM-I-LY! EM-I-LY!" the fans cheered. Taylor lay on her face, her shoulders rising and falling as she sucked in breaths. But despite being stripped bare by her opponent, Taylor wasn't the least bit afraid or ashamed. Any sense of shame had left her now. She wasn't going to slow down now - she had to win! She rolled herself up onto all fours, facing Emily with a snarl. The Latina barely had the time to throw Taylor's torn bikini bottoms aside before Taylor sprung toward her, tackling her to her back.
Once again they went rolling in a tangle of writhing limbs. One of Taylor's hands balled in Emily's hair, while her other hand raked her nails along her side. Emily hissed from the pain as Taylor's nails left red trails in their wake, but she responded in turn, grabbing the girl's hair in one hand as she landed a hard slap against her thigh with the other.
As Taylor rolled her hips over to clamor on top of Emily, the Virginian gave a hard buck, trying to shake her off. Taylor's grip began to slip through Emily's hair as her opponent writhed and twisted with a defiant fury, her legs cutting through the air with frantic kicks. At last, Taylor had to release Emily's hair and fell forward, but as she did, her nails slipped from the Latina's hip to the tie on the side of her bikini bottoms.
There, Taylor's nails dug into Emily's skin - less to hurt, at this point, and more to anchor herself so she couldn't go far from her foe. She yanked her body back up with enough force to tear the tie loose, leaving Emily's bottoms attached only on one side.
With another kick of Emily's leg, she flipped herself over to roll on top of Taylor. But Taylor kept rolling, clawing at her Emily's sides and chest and belly at every turn. Their legs grasped at each other like entwined serpents. As Emily twisted and turned, her bottoms slid down further along her leg until another kick sent them flying across the mats.
Now both girls were naked, and neither was going to stop for the sake of modesty. Emily wasn't even paying heed to the cheers calling her name from the stands. She told Taylor to do her worst - and Taylor was bringing just the sort of intensity she was hoping for. Now, the Californian had fallen into a state of raw instinct. She didn't need to think about what she was doing - she just knew she had to win.
Their bare skin only left a target for their nails as they kept rolling, raking wicked scratches across each other's bodies wherever they could reach. Their toenails clawed at each other's shins and calves as they struggled in a desperate duel for dominance, marking each other with red trails. Emily dragged her nails down Taylor's back; Taylor dug hers into the flesh of Emily's ass and squeezed. They toppled over once, then twice before they let go of each other's skin to go after their hair instead - in a single moment, so perfect as to have been coordinated, each girl grabbed each other by their blonde locks in unison and yanked hard. Taylor and Emily were of the same mind - both of them fully devoted to victory, both of them forgetting all hesitations and inhibitions they might've had.
In the heat of the moment - driven like a wild beast - Taylor threw her head down and sank her teeth into the flesh of Emily's breast. The Latina howled from the pain, rolling over onto her back underneath Taylor. But she responded by shoving her hand hard into the Californian's face, her nails scouring at her eyes.
The white-hot pain of Emily's eye rake flooded Taylor's senses. She fell down onto her side, just as Emily pushed herself up onto her knees and rolled her weight over. Taylor fell to her back, with Emily straddling her hips - and it was with a grimace that Emily looked down on her foe, her shoulders tense like a cat's raised hackles. With both hands, she reached down and grabbed Taylor's nipples, pinching them between her nails and torquing them hard.
Taylor's screams would only grow louder. They drowned out the roar of the crowd, and the encouragement her teammates were yelling to her from their bench - she could only focus on one thing, and that was outlasting Emily and standing up against her even in the face of an unstoppable onslaught. A burning pain was piercing through her - but even still, she reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of Emily's hair, pulling at it as hard as she could. She let out another scream - less one of pain, and more one of defiance.
Hauling Emily backward, Taylor was able to force the Virginia captain off of her. She clamored up to her knees as Emily fell to a seated position in front of her. Their shoulders rose and fell as they sucked in breaths, and their skin glistened with sweat under the lights - but neither girl was willing to give in any time soon. They would keep fighting until they couldn't any more, if it came to that. Both of them knew that, without having to exchange a single word.
But Emily did speak up, her words coming in between pants. "You're...good..."
When Taylor heard that, it was enough to shock her out of her fury for just a few fleeting seconds. After how savagely she and Emily had been tearing into one another, she wasn't expecting the Latina to actually have praise for anything she did. Emily's words weren't those of a hated enemy. They weren't tinged with any scorn. For as hard as they had fought, what mattered to Emily was that Taylor even had it in her to fight this hard.
Emily continued, a grin flashing across her face. "I'm really gonna have to work to take you down, huh?"
Taylor barely had time to blink before Emily struck again. She called out a loud battle cry, swiping a slap clean across Taylor's face that made her lurch to the side. As the Californian was reeling, Emily scrambled behind her - and then, she tackled her from behind, shoving her full weight up against her and knocking Taylor to the floor.
Taylor gasped and gagged, her feet paddling at the air behind her as she tried to shake Emily off her back, but the tattooed girl remained right where she was. It was then that a cold realization set in for Taylor - she had used up much of her stamina in her burst of raw aggression earlier; that aggession that had carried the two of them through a relentless catball. Now that the adrenaline was dying down, the aches and pains and heaviness were all settling back into her muscles - right when she needed them most.
And it was right then that Emily sprung. She clamored higher along Taylor's back, her hips pressing down against the Californian's spine as her thighs wrapped around her sides. With the last of her strength, Taylor tried to twist and buck, but Emily remained firm. "Nope!" she cried in defiance - and then, she threw her arm around Taylor's throat, leaning down to put her in a chokehold.
Taylor's eyes went wide against the pressure. She gagged as Emily's forearm pressed tighter against her neck, flattening the air out of her windpipe. She could feel the heat of Emily's exhale against her skin, and how the Virginian captain's bare breasts pressed against her shoulderblades. She tried to twist her hips from side to side, but Emily dug her footing deeper into the mats at her sides. "Not happening!" she cried. No matter how hard Taylor tried, she couldn't get her to budge.
"EM-I-LY!! EM-I-LY!!" the cheers were reaching their crescendo now. All around her, Taylor could hear a thousand voices all calling out in unison - all calling out her opponent's name. Her opponent, who now had her trapped beneath her weight, pressing her against the floor in a grip too ironclad to break. Tayor tried to shake her head, just to find some means of resistance - but she couldn't even do that. With how firmly Emily had her neck, she could barely bring her head to move. And with each moment that passed in Emily's embrace, with the air being squashed out of her lungs beneath her weight and every breath drowned out in her stifling grip, Taylor could feel herself growing more and more light-headed from lack of oxygen.
Emily's voice came again in a whisper. "What's it gonna be, cap? You gonna give, or am I gonna have to choke you out?"
Taylor's eyes squeezed shut as her face contorted in a pained grimace. She didn't want to face the truth of what was happening - but she had to. The burst of raw animal aggression had carried her forward long enough to even the odds with Emily, but in the end, the Latina had taken back control - and now, this was where she was left. Trapped against the mat, unable to move, naked, while everyone around her chanted her opponent's name. Taylor had been outmanuevered. And now, she realized, she had never felt so small.
She had no other choice. She lifted her hand and tapped it against the mat.
At that, the arena broke into cheers again. With a burst of energy that shouldn't have been possible after such a grueling match, Emily jumped up to her feet, victorious. "YEAH!" she cried, throwing her fists to the sky as her teammates cheered from their bench. And that left Taylor to rise to her knees, her arms wrapped around her body to cover herself as she panted for breath. Every muscle in her body felt sore and heavy, and she felt clammy from the cool air against her sweat-damp skin.
The referee handed her a towel and guided her back to her bench, while Emily strutted back to hers with her chest thrust forward and her chin held high. And even as Taylor's teammates tried to greet her with encouragement and praise, Taylor couldn't take any of it to heart. Not when her mind was still focused on her loss.
Taylor's defeat had left the score tied. In the end, it would all be up to Chloe to win UC Davis their spot in the World Cup - which Chloe did, after a long and closely-matched battle. Taylor wasn't paying any attention to the specifics. She couldn't even remember what had happened, besides the outcome. She couldn't even remember the name of Chloe's opponent. When Chloe sauntered her way back to the bench, greeting them with high-fives before Nicole pulled her into a hug, Taylor wanted to have that same sort of enthusiasm to show her in return. She wanted to be proud of her - she knew Chloe deserved it.
But she couldn't. Because her mind was stuck on one thing. Taylor had gotten too cocky in trying to finish this match in two rounds, and she had paid the price for it. If she'd been so short-sighted, did her team even deserve to make it this far?
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Taylor's thoughts were broken by a loud peal of laughter from over the phone. "You think it should've been me?"
Taylor winced a little at the sound of Emily's response. "I mean...can you blame me? You're a fan favorite, Em. Nobody would've complained if it was you in the World Cup finals. Fuck, they'd probably be paying your tuition. And you beat me, fair and square."
"Yeah, but your team still won. It's not just you, Taylor. It's the whole team."
Taylor let out a long sigh. "Yeah, well...that's what I was worried about. I've been thinking a lot about our match. I got ahead of myself and volunteered myself in round two. I figured I could end it there. And you kicked my ass. I wonder sometimes how my team even made it this far if it's me calling the shots. What if I blow it in the finals? Emily, do you think I'm the weak link?"
"You? The weak link?" Another chuckle came over the phone. "Tay. Seriously. You're a catfighter, not a comedian. I mean, if the whole catfighting thing doesn't work out, maybe you've got a new career path, but I can't see that happening. I didn't kick your ass."
"You won!"
"Maybe I did. But I damn well had to try for it."
Taylor was silent.
"You say I 'kicked your ass' like it wasn't close. Look at it this way," Emily continued. "Yeah, I won. But you still gave me the fight of my life. Like, shit, Tay, I don't know if I've met another girl who fought as hard as you did back then."
"Wait, you really think that..?"
"Anyone would think that. You went the distance against a top fighter. And you've got my respect for that. So take it in stride, okay?"
Taylor paused, thinking back on what happened later that night.
It was after the match, when everyone was back in their locker room. Nicole and Chloe were still eagerly discussing their victories, but Taylor had pulled her clothes back on without a word, eager to get out of there as soon as possible and forget that her defeat had ever happened. She was trying to tune out their words so that she could just get this over with once they decided to get back on the bus to their hotel room, and then she could move on with their life.
But then, she heard a voice coming from behind her. "Yo, Taylor!"
Taylor spun back around to the noise. Emily was standing there in the locker room - still naked; she hadn't even bothered putting her track jacket back on. Taylor could see the scratch marks and bruises blooming across her bare skin, but it didn't seem to do anything to slow her down. Instead, Emily stood tall with a smile across her face, beaming with pride.
For a moment, Taylor went tense - half-expecting Emily to gloat, or to taunt her over her loss. But she only said one word. "Catch!"
"Huh?"
The next thing she knew, Emily had tossed a beer can at her; Taylor narrowly caught it before looking back at her with a bewildered stare.
"Just wanted to congratulate you for a job well done," Emily explained. Then she picked up her phone. "I wanna stay in touch. Give you my number if you give me yours."
After a moment's thought, Taylor nodded her head. "Er...alright," she said, taking her phone out of her pocket to type Emily's number into her contacts.
"Nice, nice," Emily replied. "Hey, good luck out there. And keep up the good work!"
Maybe, to Taylor, it had been a devastating, humiliating defeat. But then...who was she to judge it that way, just because the finish wasn't what she hoped for? Back on the bridge, Taylor could feel her smile growing a little wider. No. Emily was right.
"Thanks, Em," she said. "I will."
#93
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: BruisyLucy throws down wit...
Last post by HollyHooters - August 22, 2026, 12:00:48 AM I've still got your ponytail locked deep in my left hand even though my arm is trembling, and I use it to yank your head straight into the path of my right fist as I smash another hard punch across your jaw. Through gritted teeth I scream right in your face, "Your fucking right bitch, we are far from over!" and immediately follow it with a thunderous shot into your ribs, then come back up and crack my knuckles against your chin before driving another heavy punch into the soft underside of one of your enormous breasts. Every blow is thrown with pure violent force, no holding back, just the stubborn refusal to stop even though my lungs are on fire and my body is screaming. I keep the hair yanked tight and the punches coming in a relentless mix of face, body, and tit shots.
I keep jerking your head around by the ponytail so nothing stays guarded, firing another brutal punch into your cheek, then dropping low to hammer your midsection and ribs again, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like lead and every bruise is throbbing, but I refuse to ease up or let go. "We're nowhere near finished," I snarl through clenched teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every thunderous punch I can land as I keep the vicious exchange going. Yt
I keep jerking your head around by the ponytail so nothing stays guarded, firing another brutal punch into your cheek, then dropping low to hammer your midsection and ribs again, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like lead and every bruise is throbbing, but I refuse to ease up or let go. "We're nowhere near finished," I snarl through clenched teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every thunderous punch I can land as I keep the vicious exchange going. Yt
#94
General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Rivalry Endings
Last post by The Arabian - August 21, 2026, 11:56:04 PMLeslie vs shannon in crystal fights, the third fight was really a dispute ender
#95
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: BruisyLucy throws down wit...
Last post by BruisyLucy - August 21, 2026, 10:37:35 PMI've still got your long black hair twisted tight in my left hand even though my arm is shaking from exhaustion, and I'm using that grip to yank your head straight into another hard punch that smashes across your cheek and nose. I don't stop moving -- I drop my fist and drive it into your ribs with everything I have left, then come right back up and crack another shot against your jaw before slamming my knuckles into the heavy underside of one of your enormous breasts. Every punch is thrown with pure reckless force, no defense, just the stubborn refusal to stop even though my lungs are burning and my body is screaming. "I'm still hitting you and I'm not done," I snarl, voice ragged and tired but still full of hate as I keep the hair locked and the fists flying.
I keep jerking your head around by the hair so your face and body stay open, firing another heavy punch into your mouth, then dropping low to hammer your midsection and ribs again, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like lead and my own bruises are throbbing, but I refuse to ease up or let go. "Neither of us is finished yet," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every face shot, every body blow, and every punch I can land as I keep the brutal exchange going. Yt
I keep jerking your head around by the hair so your face and body stay open, firing another heavy punch into your mouth, then dropping low to hammer your midsection and ribs again, then coming back up to smash the side of your face and across those massive tits. My arms feel like lead and my own bruises are throbbing, but I refuse to ease up or let go. "Neither of us is finished yet," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every face shot, every body blow, and every punch I can land as I keep the brutal exchange going. Yt
#96
General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Mature ladies fighting eac...
Last post by Txblonde - August 21, 2026, 09:38:10 PMMy arranged rules matches are usually pin and submission, best of 5 falls...there is no specific time frame but I prefer a 15 break between falls...individual falls can be very quick or sometimes last longer but the first couple of falls almost always last longer then the last couple...
#97
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: BruisyLucy throws down wit...
Last post by HollyHooters - August 21, 2026, 09:24:53 PM I've still got your ponytail locked deep in my left hand, and I'm using it to jerk your head straight into the path of my right fist as I smash a hard punch across your jaw, feeling the impact travel up my arm. I follow it immediately with another shot straight into your chin, then drop my fist and drive it hard into your ribs, putting every bit of strength I have left into the blow. I don't stay low -- I come right back up and hammer the side of your face again, then slam another punch into the heavy underside of one of your enormous breasts before going back to your body. "I'm hitting every part of you I can reach," I growl, voice rough and tired but still full of hate as I keep the hair yanked tight and the punches coming in a wild, nonstop mix.
I keep pulling your head around by the ponytail so nothing stays guarded, firing another heavy punch into your cheek, then dropping to smash your ribs and midsection again, then coming back up to crack my fist against your jaw and across the soft flesh of your tits. Every swing is thrown with reckless force, no holding back, just pure determination to put you down. "You're taking all of this until you can't stand," I snarl through gritted teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every face shot, every body blow, and every punch to those massive breasts as I refuse to ease up or let go. Yt
I keep pulling your head around by the ponytail so nothing stays guarded, firing another heavy punch into your cheek, then dropping to smash your ribs and midsection again, then coming back up to crack my fist against your jaw and across the soft flesh of your tits. Every swing is thrown with reckless force, no holding back, just pure determination to put you down. "You're taking all of this until you can't stand," I snarl through gritted teeth, pouring what's left of my strength into every face shot, every body blow, and every punch to those massive breasts as I refuse to ease up or let go. Yt
#98
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: BruisyLucy throws down wit...
Last post by BruisyLucy - August 21, 2026, 09:01:39 PMI've still got your long black hair twisted tight in my left hand, but I'm done just working the tits -- I yank your head forward and drive my right fist straight into your face with everything I have left, smashing my knuckles across your cheek and nose in a hard, clean shot that snaps your head back against the pull of my grip. I don't stop there. I immediately drop my fist and slam it hard into your ribs, then follow with another heavy punch into the soft side of your body, putting full power behind each blow even though my arms are burning and my own body is screaming. "I'm going to punch you until you drop," I snarl, voice raw and exhausted but still full of pure hate as I keep the hair locked and the fists coming in a reckless, nonstop barrage.
I keep yanking your head around by the hair so your face and body stay open, firing another vicious punch straight into your mouth, then dropping low again to hammer your ribs and the soft midsection with harder, heavier shots meant to take the air out of you. Every swing is thrown with reckless abandon, no defense, just pure violent intent to put you on your back. "One of us is hitting the floor," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring the last of my strength into every face punch and every body shot as I refuse to slow down or let go. Yt
I keep yanking your head around by the hair so your face and body stay open, firing another vicious punch straight into your mouth, then dropping low again to hammer your ribs and the soft midsection with harder, heavier shots meant to take the air out of you. Every swing is thrown with reckless abandon, no defense, just pure violent intent to put you on your back. "One of us is hitting the floor," I spit through clenched teeth, pouring the last of my strength into every face punch and every body shot as I refuse to slow down or let go. Yt
#99
General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Mature ladies fighting eac...
Last post by watchembox - August 21, 2026, 08:29:34 PMI brought it up to my ex wife and she approached her best friend to do a wrestling match, both 44 years old, Time came, they were already next to naked with just Bras and g strings on, Then they started talking and the whole thing went to hell. Both admitted that it would not end up a wrestling match but a fistfight so both backed off. Years later my wife called her on to fight but ex friend declined.
#100
Boxing and fistfight / Re: The bar fight
Last post by Bondage_Queen - August 21, 2026, 08:14:03 PMFantastic story! Thanks for sharing!
