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#91
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Caged Heat Marlena the MIL...
Last post by Marlena the Milf - September 13, 2026, 09:19:26 PM I rip free with blood running down my face and my arms feel like lead and I still put it all over her. I slam Maria into the bars. I grind her cheek on the links. I rake my nails down her face until the tracks run red into her mouth. I punch her in the lips and split them wider. I grab both of those heavy matching breasts and drag my nails across them, then I bite the upper swell and hold it until blood hits my tongue.
I hook her arm around a bar and wrench, using the cage to lock her while I slap her, claw her chest, and smash her into the corner. Blood from both of us is on the steel, on the floor, on our skin, dripping off our chins onto our tits. I bang her against the wall. I punch the undersides of her breasts. The punches are heavier and fewer and I still throw them. I drag her down and pin her, pulling her hair toward the bars, grinding her mouth there until she leaves a smear.
I rake my nails down her stomach and the insides of her thighs. I slam her into the metal again. I spit blood in her eyes. I snarl against her ear, both of us heaving, both of us wrecked, both of us still trying to put the other one down.
"Then look at me," I growl. "That's hate. That's what's carrying me. You don't get to finish me. I'll drop when you drop, not before."
I smash her into the bars one more time and keep brawling, two mature busty blonde hellcats locked together, exhausted, dripping, ruined, still going after each other like the only thing left in either of us is the need to take the other apart. Yt
I hook her arm around a bar and wrench, using the cage to lock her while I slap her, claw her chest, and smash her into the corner. Blood from both of us is on the steel, on the floor, on our skin, dripping off our chins onto our tits. I bang her against the wall. I punch the undersides of her breasts. The punches are heavier and fewer and I still throw them. I drag her down and pin her, pulling her hair toward the bars, grinding her mouth there until she leaves a smear.
I rake my nails down her stomach and the insides of her thighs. I slam her into the metal again. I spit blood in her eyes. I snarl against her ear, both of us heaving, both of us wrecked, both of us still trying to put the other one down.
"Then look at me," I growl. "That's hate. That's what's carrying me. You don't get to finish me. I'll drop when you drop, not before."
I smash her into the bars one more time and keep brawling, two mature busty blonde hellcats locked together, exhausted, dripping, ruined, still going after each other like the only thing left in either of us is the need to take the other apart. Yt
#92
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Caged Heat Marlena the MIL...
Last post by MilfMaria - September 13, 2026, 09:06:08 PM I roll her into the wall and I put her spine on the steel again even though my shoulders are screaming. I fist her hair. I smash her face across the links and open her cheek on the wire. Blood runs to her jaw and drips onto her tits. I slap her. More comes from her lip. I rake my nails down the same tracks on her chest, making them wetter, uglier, watching them run over those huge bouncing breasts while I pant against her.
I wedge her in the corner and mash both tits into the bars, twisting, scratching, biting the inner curve until it breaks. I punch her in the stomach until she folds. The punch is slower. It still lands. I bang her head against the bar beside her ear. I drag her down the wall and leave another smear. I hook her hair through the links and use the cage to hold her because my grip is slipping and I will not let it slip.
I work her with what I have left--slaps that split, nails that open, teeth that break skin, fists into the bruised undersides of her tits. The floor is streaked. The bars are streaked. We are both shaking. I yank her down and slam her up anyway.
"Look at me," I growl, blood on my teeth, chest heaving. "That's hate. That's what's left. If I could finish you on this floor I would."
I keep her on the steel and I keep beating her, longer, bloodier, exhausted and still going because stopping would mean she gets to stand. Yt
I wedge her in the corner and mash both tits into the bars, twisting, scratching, biting the inner curve until it breaks. I punch her in the stomach until she folds. The punch is slower. It still lands. I bang her head against the bar beside her ear. I drag her down the wall and leave another smear. I hook her hair through the links and use the cage to hold her because my grip is slipping and I will not let it slip.
I work her with what I have left--slaps that split, nails that open, teeth that break skin, fists into the bruised undersides of her tits. The floor is streaked. The bars are streaked. We are both shaking. I yank her down and slam her up anyway.
"Look at me," I growl, blood on my teeth, chest heaving. "That's hate. That's what's left. If I could finish you on this floor I would."
I keep her on the steel and I keep beating her, longer, bloodier, exhausted and still going because stopping would mean she gets to stand. Yt
#93
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Caged Heat Marlena the MIL...
Last post by Marlena the Milf - September 13, 2026, 08:50:12 PM My body wants to fold and I don't let it. I grab Maria's blonde hair with both shaking hands and I ram her face into the opposite wall. The lock jumps. I grind her mouth on the chain-link until her lip splits wider and blood smears the metal. I punch her in the mouth. It runs down her chin onto those matching heavy tits. My knuckles hurt. I punch her again.
I rake my nails down her face and down her chest and across both breasts, breaking skin, making her bleed while I gasp for air. I slam her chest into the bars and mash those tits against the steel, twisting the flesh against the wire until the scratches weep. I bite the upper swell of her right breast and hold it until I taste copper. I spit it on her. My legs are trembling. I still hook her hair in the links and wrench, pinning her there while I slap her, claw her back, and punch the undersides of her breasts.
Blood from both of us streaks the bars. I drag her into the corner and bang her against both walls, my naked marked body crushing hers into the cage. I throw her to the floor and drop on her because standing is getting harder, and I pull her head toward the bars and grind her mouth there while I hammer her stomach and her tits. I hook her arm around a bar and wrench.
"I'm tired too," I snarl, voice raw. "I still hate you more than I need air. You don't get to outlast me."
I slam her into the steel again and stay on her, very long in the ugly of it, bloody, vicious, hate dragging me through the exhaustion. Yt
I rake my nails down her face and down her chest and across both breasts, breaking skin, making her bleed while I gasp for air. I slam her chest into the bars and mash those tits against the steel, twisting the flesh against the wire until the scratches weep. I bite the upper swell of her right breast and hold it until I taste copper. I spit it on her. My legs are trembling. I still hook her hair in the links and wrench, pinning her there while I slap her, claw her back, and punch the undersides of her breasts.
Blood from both of us streaks the bars. I drag her into the corner and bang her against both walls, my naked marked body crushing hers into the cage. I throw her to the floor and drop on her because standing is getting harder, and I pull her head toward the bars and grind her mouth there while I hammer her stomach and her tits. I hook her arm around a bar and wrench.
"I'm tired too," I snarl, voice raw. "I still hate you more than I need air. You don't get to outlast me."
I slam her into the steel again and stay on her, very long in the ugly of it, bloody, vicious, hate dragging me through the exhaustion. Yt
#94
Catfight Connection / Re: Houston wrestling/titfight...
Last post by Txblonde - September 13, 2026, 08:41:14 PMI remain surprised that you can't find opponents in the Houston area...shocking to me...
#95
Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Caged Heat Marlena the MIL...
Last post by MilfMaria - September 13, 2026, 08:40:58 PM My arms are heavy. My lungs burn. Every punch costs more than the last one did in the pool, and I still don't stop, because the hate is louder than the exhaustion. I slip both hands in Marlena's long wet blonde hair and I drag her down the cage wall, slower than before but meaner, slamming that marked naked body into the bars. Her spine hits steel. Those huge bruised tits smash into the links and leave another wet red smear on the metal. I have to blink blood and sweat out of my eyes to keep seeing her, and I still wrench her head sideways and grind her mouth across the wire until her split lip opens again and blood runs down her chin onto her throat and those heavy swinging breasts.
I slam her into the corner and I lean on her because my legs are shaking. I punch her in the mouth and watch more blood hit the concrete. I rake both sets of nails down her face, opening the same furrows wider, then I drag them down her throat and over both tits, hooking, twisting the left breast against a bar until the scratches weep. I mash both breasts into the steel. I bite the upper swell of her left breast and taste copper. I spit it back on her. I slap her and my palm stings and her head still snaps.
I hook her hair through the links and wrench it tight, pinning her skull to the cage while I punch the undersides of those tits and her stomach. My fists feel swollen. I do it anyway. I rake my nails down her sides and the insides of her thighs. I bang her shoulders into the wall. The enclosure rattles. I drag her along the base of the bars, breathing hard, dripping, ruined, hate carrying every step.
"I'm tired," I snarl against her ear, voice shredded. "I don't care. I still hate you. I'll drop in here before I let you stand."
I rip her up and slam her down and keep writing on her with what I've got left, vicious, bloody, detailed, exhaustion in my bones and nothing but hate in my eyes. Yt
I slam her into the corner and I lean on her because my legs are shaking. I punch her in the mouth and watch more blood hit the concrete. I rake both sets of nails down her face, opening the same furrows wider, then I drag them down her throat and over both tits, hooking, twisting the left breast against a bar until the scratches weep. I mash both breasts into the steel. I bite the upper swell of her left breast and taste copper. I spit it back on her. I slap her and my palm stings and her head still snaps.
I hook her hair through the links and wrench it tight, pinning her skull to the cage while I punch the undersides of those tits and her stomach. My fists feel swollen. I do it anyway. I rake my nails down her sides and the insides of her thighs. I bang her shoulders into the wall. The enclosure rattles. I drag her along the base of the bars, breathing hard, dripping, ruined, hate carrying every step.
"I'm tired," I snarl against her ear, voice shredded. "I don't care. I still hate you. I'll drop in here before I let you stand."
I rip her up and slam her down and keep writing on her with what I've got left, vicious, bloody, detailed, exhaustion in my bones and nothing but hate in my eyes. Yt
#96
Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Requesting suggestion
Last post by dementedpaki - September 13, 2026, 08:38:24 PMQuote from: Rocko23 on September 13, 2026, 02:59:00 AMWrite it all please!
Already in the middle of it, I will post something else in the mean time.
#97
Catfight Art / Re: Prelude
Last post by kevan - September 13, 2026, 07:59:08 PM "Can't wait to sink my talons into her big boobs; gonna squeeze, twist, pull, maul; her nipples will feel my wrath....my knee will smash her "pleasure treasure"....AND--
#98
Catfighting / Re: The Crucuial Conflict
Last post by Pagan320 - September 13, 2026, 05:45:45 PMNice AI story. What site do you use?
#99
Catfight Art / Re: Prelude
Last post by Drake8 - September 13, 2026, 05:14:20 PMI guess the wife is the one on the left, showing off not only that incredible body, but especially that super-expensive necklace and bracelet her husband bought her. Since when was it a "secret" that he was sleeping with the other woman? I'd say that jewelry is meant directly for the mistress... I don't know what kind of party this is, but I think I know that both of them knew the other would be there...
But the wife has bigger, equally firm breasts, and an even more voluptuous body... what kind of man would cheat on a woman like that? What kind of man would risk losing a 10 for a 9.5? Probably a man who can have many more women if he wants to. Or could it be that the mistress is younger? Or that she's better in bed? Or could it be that the stunning wife is so arrogant and self-centered that the husband needed another woman in his life? Or is the mistress a persistent and ambitious vixen who didn't stop until the man succumbed?
Too many questions I'm dying to know the answers. What could they possibly be up to that made them want to avoid being seen by anyone?...
But the wife has bigger, equally firm breasts, and an even more voluptuous body... what kind of man would cheat on a woman like that? What kind of man would risk losing a 10 for a 9.5? Probably a man who can have many more women if he wants to. Or could it be that the mistress is younger? Or that she's better in bed? Or could it be that the stunning wife is so arrogant and self-centered that the husband needed another woman in his life? Or is the mistress a persistent and ambitious vixen who didn't stop until the man succumbed?
Too many questions I'm dying to know the answers. What could they possibly be up to that made them want to avoid being seen by anyone?...
#100
Catfighting / "I gotta guy..."
Last post by Janine_G - September 13, 2026, 04:52:25 PMThe organizers looked around at each other. "Who can challenge Yvonne? She seems unbeatable."
"I know, she absolutely annihilated Susan Song, from Bangkok two months ago. And Greta Malikstrom the month before that."
"Oh gosh," one of them winced. "Poor Greta, that was brutal to watch. She was so promising. I wonder if she will ever come back."
"Doubt it, Yvonne fucked her up good. Oh, and what about what she did Abisola Ngubo?"
The entire group sighed.
"Last night's was the worst though, I really thought that Marianna had a chance to beat her--especially after the first few minutes--she was really dominating."
The leader of the group shook his head. "Well, any ideas?"
One of the men who was smoking a big cigar spoke. "I gotta guy--"
And they all started laughing and interrupted him, "You always gotta guy!" one yelled.
"Joe, c'mon we need more than a guy!" another yelled.
"A fuckin' guy! Always with a fuckin' guy!"
"No seriously," he said. "I do. I gotta guy who has been trying to get me to sponsor this chick who he says can beat anyone."
"Does she fight somewhere we can see?"
"I don't know. I think she's his girlfriend or somethin'."
"Joe, c'mon. We need someone who can make the fights exciting again, not someone who just wants the money."
"Why don't I see if I can get some more info for this guy, I mean, we have six weeks before we're scheduled to host again, right?"
They all nodded. "Okay, let me check it out."
"Alright, in the meantime, everyone work your contacts to see if there is anyone else lurking out there."
"Okay gentlemen, and lady. Thanks.
Eleven of the most wealthy people in the world got up and left the room.
48 hrs later, Joe was in a seedy bar in Providence, Rhode Island watching two women in a makeshift cage beat the shit out of each other. Well, more accurately, one woman beat the daylights out of another poor soul who never stood a chance. A young man was sitting next to him. "You see, she's fucking fantastic. She can take on anyone."
"Just cuz she fights some housewife off the street does not mean she can take on anyone, Richie. What happens to you and her if she loses?"
"Well, we recover and go about our lives, 50k richer."
"A hundred." Joe said.
"What?" Richie asked.
"It's a hundred just to fight. It's 300 to win."
Richie let out a low whistle.
"Joe, she'll fight an army of zombies for a hundred."
"It's not about the money, Richie. She's gonna get hurt, win or lose. The woman we want her to fight is strong, tough as nails and mean as a snake, and there aren't any rules."
"It's okay, so is she. She can do it, Joe."
Joe nodded quietly. He watched the woman fight. He could see she was strong and mean, but he couldn't tell if she could take beating and still fight. He had an idea.
"I'll tell you what. I'm gonna call a friend and have her come down in two weeks here. She's gonna fight your girl...uhhh...what's her name?"
"Desirae, she goes by Desi."
"Okay, so she's gonna fight your girl Desi. And then my people will decide."
"Thanks, Joe."
"Don't thank me yet, Richie." and as Joe finished his sentence, the woman be battered by Desi screamed out her surrender.
The next day, Joe walked into the store in South Boston and found Gina. "Hey Joe." she said, not bothering to look up from the work she was doing.
"I need a favor." he said.
"What's that?" she asked, without stopping what she was doing.
"I need you to fuck a girl up for me."
She put her stuff down and looked up. "It's gonna cost you. And how bad do you need her fucked up? I need more information..."
"No, no Gina... I need you to get into a ring and fuck her up."
"Joe, that's not something I do anymore."
"I know, but this once. You just have to help me see if she can take a punch, and pain, and whatever the fuck you can to hurt her. Then you can tap out."
She sighed. "Fuck you, Joe. I don't fight that much anymore, I've got three kids, I'm 31 years old, I gotta a job and the side stuff. I am happy to rough someone in the alley or kneecap them for a debt, but I don't feel like getting beat up myself that way."
"20 grand."
"What day?" she said.
"Two saturdays."
"Good, I'll sharpen my nails."
"Oh, and wear some nice underwear, you'll probably be fighting in your underwear or a bikini or somethin'"
"Fuck you two times, Joe."
"We've already done that Gina. Not anymore..."
She flipped him off.
Two weeks later, Gina showed up at the bar in Providence.
The owner of the bar told her the rules and asked her if she would be willing to fight in her underwear, which she was prepared for. Desi was already waiting in the ring. Joe sat down next to Richie.
"Thanks for setting this up, Joe." Richie said.
"Don't thank me yet."
Gina climbed into the ring, and the crowd roared. Gina was nothing if not sexy. No one knew that Gina was the toughest bitch Joe had ever met and he was pretty sure, she was gonna fuck up Richie's girl pretty bad. He had begged her once to fight on the island with the group he was a part of, but she had just had one of her babies and didn't want in. This fight was simply easy money for her.
The fight started and the two women began pulling hair and trading blows. Gina was strong, but impressively to Joe, Desi matched her strength. Joe had told Gina that she had no rules, so that the owner's instructions not to go for the boobs or the crotch was not to be followed. Regardless, Gina started the fight slow, fighting as most other women Desi had matched up against did--very classic scratching and punching. She caught Desi with a few shots to the face. Joe liked that Desi took them in stride. She fought back very effectively. Gina pinned her against the makeshift cage and pounded her. Desi took it well and fought off the fence.
Both women were sweating and they grappled and went down to the ground.
Joe leaned over to Richie, "Now is when you're going to regret allowing me to do this."
The two women grappled on the mat. Desi suddenly shrieked, not really in pain, but in surprise. Joe was pleased that it wasn't a pain response. "You dirty bitch!" she yelled. "I'm gonna fuckin' make you pay for that!"
Gina had slipped her hand into Desi's underwear and dug her nails into Desi's pussy.
The owner yelled over the microphone, "Hey, hey! None of that!! Against the rules!! You'll be disqualified!!"
Gina dug in harder and Desi fought back viciously. Joe was pleased that she wasn't quick to quit.
The two broke apart and Desi took the fight to Gina. Joe winced, he knew he would hear it from his friend. But Gina fought back hard and the two women were fucking each other up pretty good. Gina was able to get Desi in a front headlock and knee the crap out of her chest and body, but Desi kept fighting.
There was one more move that Joe had asked Gina to complete before she tapped out.
Desi broke free from the headlock. She was still going strong despite taking a beating at this point.
She again started to beat Gina pretty good, and the two women grappled again. Gina's nails had scratched the shit out Desi--she had actually sharpened them for the fight. They struggled with each other and then Gina had her chance. She popped Desi's bra and pulled it off the other woman exposing her tits.
The owner screamed into mic, "DQ! DQ! DQ!"
Desi shot a look at Mike, the owner. "FUCK YOU MIKE, I'm finishing this bitch!"
Mike yelled into the microphone, "Okay ladies and gentlemen! Seems like we've got a real treat for you tonight, the fight will go on!!"
And Desi launched a furious offensive at Gina, who was slowly actually losing the fight. Gina lurched forward though and buried her claws into Desi's tits.
Joe could see Desi grit her teeth, obvious pain from the breast mauling, but she didn't give up. Instead, she broke the rules and shoved her hand into Gina's underwear, which was a perfect excuse for Gina to wail and scream out her surrender. She had completed her assignment incredibly well.
As she surrendered, to Joe's glee, Desi didn't want to quit, she wanted to beat the shit out of the dirty, cheating southie. However, Richie yelled to her to stop before the fight got out of hand, as Gina was going to start fighting back again too, and it would have gotten very ugly. Joe wasn't sure which one would win if the fight actually got carried away.
Gina came out of the ring, banged up, but 20 thousand dollars richer for about 10 minutes of work.
Joe met her in the back room where she was watching up and putting her clothes back on. She was naked, but didn't care. She and Joe had fucked enough back in the day that she wasn't shy about it.
"Zelle me the money you fucker." she said, chuckling.
"Is she tough?"
"Oh, she's feisty, and she can take pain. Yep, she's tough. She'll do well in that island thing. That's what you were testing her for, right?" she asked.
Joe smirked. "Yes, Gina, that's what this was about."
"Well, I might decide to do that sometime, if you're still looking. I'm done making babies and I like money...so keep me in mind. Just don't call me for any of this other bullshit..."
Joe laughed. "Thanks Gina. I'd love to have you on the island some time."
"I bet you would Joe..."
Joe went and found Richie and Desirae. "You're a fucking asshole, Joe. You have any idea what your cxnt of a friend did to my pussy?"
"Desi, you can call me what you want, but that woman just earned you 100k and maybe more. I needed to tell my people that you could take a beating."
"Yeah, Richie told me, but you could have told me ahead of time."
"Wouldn't have been the same. How are your tits?"
"They fucking hurt, but it's not like she popped my implants or anything. What happens now?"
"Well, you go home and ice your pussy and your tits and we'll call you in a few weeks to tell you when the fight is. It will be different than this though."
"Yeah, so I heard."
"See you soon."
"Looking forward to it Joe."
to be continued.
"I know, she absolutely annihilated Susan Song, from Bangkok two months ago. And Greta Malikstrom the month before that."
"Oh gosh," one of them winced. "Poor Greta, that was brutal to watch. She was so promising. I wonder if she will ever come back."
"Doubt it, Yvonne fucked her up good. Oh, and what about what she did Abisola Ngubo?"
The entire group sighed.
"Last night's was the worst though, I really thought that Marianna had a chance to beat her--especially after the first few minutes--she was really dominating."
The leader of the group shook his head. "Well, any ideas?"
One of the men who was smoking a big cigar spoke. "I gotta guy--"
And they all started laughing and interrupted him, "You always gotta guy!" one yelled.
"Joe, c'mon we need more than a guy!" another yelled.
"A fuckin' guy! Always with a fuckin' guy!"
"No seriously," he said. "I do. I gotta guy who has been trying to get me to sponsor this chick who he says can beat anyone."
"Does she fight somewhere we can see?"
"I don't know. I think she's his girlfriend or somethin'."
"Joe, c'mon. We need someone who can make the fights exciting again, not someone who just wants the money."
"Why don't I see if I can get some more info for this guy, I mean, we have six weeks before we're scheduled to host again, right?"
They all nodded. "Okay, let me check it out."
"Alright, in the meantime, everyone work your contacts to see if there is anyone else lurking out there."
"Okay gentlemen, and lady. Thanks.
Eleven of the most wealthy people in the world got up and left the room.
48 hrs later, Joe was in a seedy bar in Providence, Rhode Island watching two women in a makeshift cage beat the shit out of each other. Well, more accurately, one woman beat the daylights out of another poor soul who never stood a chance. A young man was sitting next to him. "You see, she's fucking fantastic. She can take on anyone."
"Just cuz she fights some housewife off the street does not mean she can take on anyone, Richie. What happens to you and her if she loses?"
"Well, we recover and go about our lives, 50k richer."
"A hundred." Joe said.
"What?" Richie asked.
"It's a hundred just to fight. It's 300 to win."
Richie let out a low whistle.
"Joe, she'll fight an army of zombies for a hundred."
"It's not about the money, Richie. She's gonna get hurt, win or lose. The woman we want her to fight is strong, tough as nails and mean as a snake, and there aren't any rules."
"It's okay, so is she. She can do it, Joe."
Joe nodded quietly. He watched the woman fight. He could see she was strong and mean, but he couldn't tell if she could take beating and still fight. He had an idea.
"I'll tell you what. I'm gonna call a friend and have her come down in two weeks here. She's gonna fight your girl...uhhh...what's her name?"
"Desirae, she goes by Desi."
"Okay, so she's gonna fight your girl Desi. And then my people will decide."
"Thanks, Joe."
"Don't thank me yet, Richie." and as Joe finished his sentence, the woman be battered by Desi screamed out her surrender.
The next day, Joe walked into the store in South Boston and found Gina. "Hey Joe." she said, not bothering to look up from the work she was doing.
"I need a favor." he said.
"What's that?" she asked, without stopping what she was doing.
"I need you to fuck a girl up for me."
She put her stuff down and looked up. "It's gonna cost you. And how bad do you need her fucked up? I need more information..."
"No, no Gina... I need you to get into a ring and fuck her up."
"Joe, that's not something I do anymore."
"I know, but this once. You just have to help me see if she can take a punch, and pain, and whatever the fuck you can to hurt her. Then you can tap out."
She sighed. "Fuck you, Joe. I don't fight that much anymore, I've got three kids, I'm 31 years old, I gotta a job and the side stuff. I am happy to rough someone in the alley or kneecap them for a debt, but I don't feel like getting beat up myself that way."
"20 grand."
"What day?" she said.
"Two saturdays."
"Good, I'll sharpen my nails."
"Oh, and wear some nice underwear, you'll probably be fighting in your underwear or a bikini or somethin'"
"Fuck you two times, Joe."
"We've already done that Gina. Not anymore..."
She flipped him off.
Two weeks later, Gina showed up at the bar in Providence.
The owner of the bar told her the rules and asked her if she would be willing to fight in her underwear, which she was prepared for. Desi was already waiting in the ring. Joe sat down next to Richie.
"Thanks for setting this up, Joe." Richie said.
"Don't thank me yet."
Gina climbed into the ring, and the crowd roared. Gina was nothing if not sexy. No one knew that Gina was the toughest bitch Joe had ever met and he was pretty sure, she was gonna fuck up Richie's girl pretty bad. He had begged her once to fight on the island with the group he was a part of, but she had just had one of her babies and didn't want in. This fight was simply easy money for her.
The fight started and the two women began pulling hair and trading blows. Gina was strong, but impressively to Joe, Desi matched her strength. Joe had told Gina that she had no rules, so that the owner's instructions not to go for the boobs or the crotch was not to be followed. Regardless, Gina started the fight slow, fighting as most other women Desi had matched up against did--very classic scratching and punching. She caught Desi with a few shots to the face. Joe liked that Desi took them in stride. She fought back very effectively. Gina pinned her against the makeshift cage and pounded her. Desi took it well and fought off the fence.
Both women were sweating and they grappled and went down to the ground.
Joe leaned over to Richie, "Now is when you're going to regret allowing me to do this."
The two women grappled on the mat. Desi suddenly shrieked, not really in pain, but in surprise. Joe was pleased that it wasn't a pain response. "You dirty bitch!" she yelled. "I'm gonna fuckin' make you pay for that!"
Gina had slipped her hand into Desi's underwear and dug her nails into Desi's pussy.
The owner yelled over the microphone, "Hey, hey! None of that!! Against the rules!! You'll be disqualified!!"
Gina dug in harder and Desi fought back viciously. Joe was pleased that she wasn't quick to quit.
The two broke apart and Desi took the fight to Gina. Joe winced, he knew he would hear it from his friend. But Gina fought back hard and the two women were fucking each other up pretty good. Gina was able to get Desi in a front headlock and knee the crap out of her chest and body, but Desi kept fighting.
There was one more move that Joe had asked Gina to complete before she tapped out.
Desi broke free from the headlock. She was still going strong despite taking a beating at this point.
She again started to beat Gina pretty good, and the two women grappled again. Gina's nails had scratched the shit out Desi--she had actually sharpened them for the fight. They struggled with each other and then Gina had her chance. She popped Desi's bra and pulled it off the other woman exposing her tits.
The owner screamed into mic, "DQ! DQ! DQ!"
Desi shot a look at Mike, the owner. "FUCK YOU MIKE, I'm finishing this bitch!"
Mike yelled into the microphone, "Okay ladies and gentlemen! Seems like we've got a real treat for you tonight, the fight will go on!!"
And Desi launched a furious offensive at Gina, who was slowly actually losing the fight. Gina lurched forward though and buried her claws into Desi's tits.
Joe could see Desi grit her teeth, obvious pain from the breast mauling, but she didn't give up. Instead, she broke the rules and shoved her hand into Gina's underwear, which was a perfect excuse for Gina to wail and scream out her surrender. She had completed her assignment incredibly well.
As she surrendered, to Joe's glee, Desi didn't want to quit, she wanted to beat the shit out of the dirty, cheating southie. However, Richie yelled to her to stop before the fight got out of hand, as Gina was going to start fighting back again too, and it would have gotten very ugly. Joe wasn't sure which one would win if the fight actually got carried away.
Gina came out of the ring, banged up, but 20 thousand dollars richer for about 10 minutes of work.
Joe met her in the back room where she was watching up and putting her clothes back on. She was naked, but didn't care. She and Joe had fucked enough back in the day that she wasn't shy about it.
"Zelle me the money you fucker." she said, chuckling.
"Is she tough?"
"Oh, she's feisty, and she can take pain. Yep, she's tough. She'll do well in that island thing. That's what you were testing her for, right?" she asked.
Joe smirked. "Yes, Gina, that's what this was about."
"Well, I might decide to do that sometime, if you're still looking. I'm done making babies and I like money...so keep me in mind. Just don't call me for any of this other bullshit..."
Joe laughed. "Thanks Gina. I'd love to have you on the island some time."
"I bet you would Joe..."
Joe went and found Richie and Desirae. "You're a fucking asshole, Joe. You have any idea what your cxnt of a friend did to my pussy?"
"Desi, you can call me what you want, but that woman just earned you 100k and maybe more. I needed to tell my people that you could take a beating."
"Yeah, Richie told me, but you could have told me ahead of time."
"Wouldn't have been the same. How are your tits?"
"They fucking hurt, but it's not like she popped my implants or anything. What happens now?"
"Well, you go home and ice your pussy and your tits and we'll call you in a few weeks to tell you when the fight is. It will be different than this though."
"Yeah, so I heard."
"See you soon."
"Looking forward to it Joe."
to be continued.
