[BamaFighter34]

Enjoy this story, featuring a mother vs daughter match up with a very interesting twist!  This piece was commissioned by one of my long time friends/clients!  I had a LOT of fun writing this one, and already have a sequel in the works, commissioned by the same person.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!  And this is a long one, so I hope that isn’t a bother for anyone


Masquerade Fight Club:
Part One

“Okay honey.  I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!  I’ve missed you so much.”  Sarah said into the mouthpiece of her cell phone, a small smile on her face.  “I’ll let you get back to packing.  Call me when you’re headed to the airport okay?  I love you!”  She hung up and sighed, the sound one of contentment.

Sarah’s daughter, Rose was coming home from college for summer vacation tomorrow and she was elated to finally get to see her again after so long.  Rose had chosen to attend college at Columbia University in New York, which was on the completely opposite side of the country.  Sarah had not initially liked the idea of her daughter living so very far away, but Columbia was one of the best universities in the country, and she couldn’t possibly begrudge her the choice.  She was beyond proud of her daughter’s achievements.

It had not been easy for the two of them for a long time.  Sarah had become pregnant with Rose when she was 16.  For a good number of years, they faced a lot of difficulty.  Especially since Rose’s father, Sarah’s high school boyfriend, had left them when Rose was only two years old.

But she had done it.  Managed to not only graduate high school herself and pursue a degree of her own, but raised a strong and independent young woman who now had a more promising future than she could have ever hoped for.

But still…life had its pressures.  Sarah had spent some time dealing with an unimaginable amount of stress and even pent up aggression for a long time.  She had started taking kickboxing classes a couple of years ago, and found it to be a strong, cathartic relief.  But when Rose had gone off to school, the added stress of being so far away from her baby girl left her even more pent up than she had been before.

Her baby girl…well…considering that Sarah was only 35, and her daughter 19, she knew she couldn’t REALLY call Rose a baby anymore.  But that’s just how a mother thinks, right?  Rose would always be her child after all.

Once Rose was gone off to school, the empty nest syndrome really took a toll on Sarah.  She found herself more prone to cabin fever and loneliness than she had expected, and she had been dying for something to take the edge off of her pent up needs for….something new.  Something to make her feel more independent in a way she never had before.  After all, she had never really had freedom like this before.

Enter Amy.  Amy was one of the other women in Sarah’s kickboxing classes, and the two of them had struck up a friendship over their time together.  Amy was also a mother, though her daughter was only 15.  And she was the same age as Sarah.  They often found themselves paired up for sparring matches and always had a close fought and exciting time together.

One day, after a rather spirited and more aggressive spar than usual, Amy had hung around after class, cornering Sarah with an offer to walk home with her.

“That was some fight you put up in there!  I’d have thought we were in the middle of a championship bout, not a sparring match!”  Amy had laughed.  Sarah had smiled back.

“Yeah…sorry about that.  Just…Rose went off to school about a month ago and I’m just….feeling pent up I guess.  Didn’t mean for it to come out on you like that.”  She said.

“Are you kidding?!  Don’t apologize!  That was the most fun I’ve ever had!  And…well…I knew Rose was gone to school now so I understand.  And…I kinda wanted to uh…maybe help with that aggression you’re feeling.”

Sarah had looked at her friend then, who stopped on the sidewalk and beckoned for Sarah to follow her into a side alley away from prying eyes.  With a little grin, she had laid her gym bag down and reached inside, all the way to the bottom.  When her hand emerged again, she held out something to Sarah, who took it curiously.

It was a mask.  One similar to the style that professional wrestlers often wore.  It was a dark purple, with black accents and had an open space for the eyes, mouth and chin but would cover everything else.

“Um…so…what?  You’re a professional wrestler or something?”  Sarah asked with a quizzical expression.

“Not exactly.” Amy had laughed heartily.  “I’m…in a kind of club.  Something that…well…okay you’ll think I’m crazy, but let me tell you.  I’ve NEVER done something so empowering.  It’s so much fun, and it’s exciting in a way I didn’t know I could ever BE excited again.”

Sarah just looked at her, waiting for her to go on.  And she had.  At length.

As Amy spun the story of how she had found the club, how she had joined it, and what it was all about, Sarah had listened with rapture written all over her face.  Eyes wide, jaw agape.

“No…freaking…way.”   She had said once Amy was done with her explanation.

“Yep!”  Amy had said enthusiastically.  “Aaaand…I wanted to ask….if you’d be interested in giving it a shot?”

The next few days had been a blur.  Sarah had wanted to refuse the offer outright.  But when she had come home to her empty home again, and had settled down for another lonely night of Netflix and wine, she found herself thinking.

Why not?

If Amy really found this to be that empowering, then maybe this was just the thing that she had been looking for to claim her own identity.  To make herself feel like her own person.  To do something, for once, JUST for herself.  Not for her daughter, or her career.  Just for her.  Almost unconsciously, she found her phone in her hand, sending Amy a text.

“I’m in.” She typed and hit send, her heart hammering in her chest.



Fast forward to now.  Sarah had been a member of the club for several months now.  Had participated in a handful of ‘events’.  The very first one having been with Amy herself.  The rest, with anonymous strangers.  She found herself in her bedroom, pulling a medium sized locking box from under her bed.  She looked briefly inside at the three masks she now owned for use in the club.  She gave a little smile, and closed the box back, ensuring it was locked, and the key well hidden, lest Rose accidentally stumbled upon the box while visiting. 

This was hers.  Just hers.  Something she would not, could not share with her daughter.  This was her own independent thing.  No one else’s.




Rose winded her way through the thronging crowds at the airport, making her way to her gate.  She had never flown much, and really hated dealing with the airports on her own.  But she was finally going home for the summer.  Time to finally relax.

School had been grueling.  She had maintained at least an A/B average in all of her classes for both semesters, and even managed to become one of the most promising freshmen on Columbia’s volleyball team.  But it had been BRUTAL.  The hours she wasn’t spending at practice were mostly spent locked in her dorm room, studying.  Always studying.  She hadn’t really made enough time to socialize outside of a few parties here and there.  She had made friends, one of which was her roommate Alexa, who had kept her well grounded through all of the grueling, grinding work she had been doing.

“Promise me you won’t touch a single book when you get home.  Go have fun.  Get in trouble.  Pry that stick out of your ass while you’re there.” She had giggled as the two girls had said their goodbyes for the summer.  Rose had laughed in return and gave her friend a playful shove to the shoulder.

“Yeah yeah.  I hear you.  I promise.”  She had rolled her eyes.

“Seriously.  Go punch something and blow off some steam.  Hell, punch some ONE if you need to.”  Alexa had laughed.

“Oh yeah I’m gonna go pick a fight with the first chick I see at home.”  Sarah grinned.

“Since that’s gonna be your mom, maybe make it the second chick you see.”

Laughter, more hugs and goodbyes, and Rose was off.




“Yeah mom, I’m about to board now.  No layovers it’s a straight shot so I’ll see you in a few hours…..okay…..yep….i love you too mom.  Can’t wait to see you!”  Rose said, then hung up the phone as she wheeled her carryon bag onto the boarding hall of her flight.

Home.  Finally.  She was headed home to California.

Rose sighed as she settled into her seat on the plane.  Her mind finally relaxing more than it had in months.  She would certainly miss parts of New York while she was away.  But being home with her mom and her old friends would more than make up for it, she was sure.

And…of course…there was one other thing.

She chuckled to herself at the thought of what Alexa had said to her.

“Punch some ONE if you need to”

When Rose had first arrived at Columbia and met her roommate, the two of them hadn’t exactly become immediate friends.  In fact, for the first several weeks, they had barely spoken.  They just didn’t have much in common.

Rose was a bit of a prep, though she didn’t try to accentuate that fact.  And Alexa was more prone to lean toward the punk side of style and personality.  Converse sneakers and studded collars and all.

Rose liked pop music, where Alexa had been more into alternative and hard rock.  And there had been some disagreements over the stereo during study time until the two compromised by just agreeing to wear headphones.

But over time, their dislike grew.  And grew.  Until they were not only rarely speaking, but when they did speak it was in snapping remarks and snarls mixed with scathing looks.

One night, when midterms for the first semester we’re approaching, the two of them were both taut as wires.  Exhaustion, mixed with stress to the breaking point, and sharing a small dorm room with someone you just generally disliked was not a healthy combination.

Rose couldn’t recall what had started it.  Neither could Alexa by now.  But one smart remark led to another.  And another.  And then voices had been raised.  And raised again.

And then they had been in each other’s faces, calling each other every name they could think of, at the very top of their voices.

And then there was a shove.  Both of them had pushed each other, sending them both staggering backward across the room.  And they had stared daggers at each other.  Silent, tense as a wire.  They might have been mere seconds from launching into a full blown violent fight had their not been a knock at the door at that exact moment.  An RA, responding to a noise complaint.

The girls had received a scolding, and a warning.  But nothing more.  It was midterms week, and tension was high all over campus.  No fighting had actually occurred.  So they got off easy.  The violent rage had fizzled by the time the RA left, and the two of them had fallen silent again, content to ignore each other completely.

The next day, Alexa had returned to the room around 3pm, looking disgruntled.

“What crawled in your ass?” Rose had sneered.

“What is it the Bible says?”  Alexa smarted off back.  “Remove the stick from thine own ass before tending to the pebble in your neighbor’s ass?  Something like that right?”

Okay.  Rose had almost laughed at that one.  But she had mastered herself, content to answer with a shrug as she turned back to her History textbook.

“About last night.”  Alexa finally said.

“What about it?” Rose snapped.

“I was talking to my friend about it.  And she suggested we try and get new roommates next semester.”

“Sounds great.” Rose huffed.  “When do we sign up?”

“Freshmen can’t transfer.  I already asked.  And even if we could, we still have a month and a half left this semester.  We’d be stuck together that long anyway.”  Alexa said, sounding disappointed.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.  Why even TELL me about it then?  Waste of fucking oxygen.”  Rose rolled her eyes.

“Because we have to figure out how to suck it up and live together.  And my friend had a suggestion.”

Rose said nothing to this.  Only looked up from her book and glared at Alexa, giving her a ‘get to the point’ gesture’.

“There’s….a group we could join on campus.  A club kind of.  I think it’ll help us…work this out.  My friend is in it.  And it’s not run by the school.”  Alexa said.

“For the love of god I’m not going to sit in a circle in the woods with you and your smelly hippie friends and smoke mushrooms and sing campfire songs.  Forget it.  And I don’t have time anyway.

Alexa had stood then, crossing the room and slamming Rose’s book shut.  “Would you just fucking LISTEN?”  She had snapped.  “And….you don’t smoke mushrooms.”  This time it was Alexa who almost laughed.  “Hear me out.”

And so, Rose had done so.  Alexa kept the story short.  But Rose listened carefully, her hands trembling with excitement at the idea of what was being suggested.  Much to her utter surprise….she liked the idea.  And agreed with an enthusiasm that had surprised even herself.

“Tomorrow night at Murray Hall then.  10pm.  That’s when their next….meeting…is.  We’re invited.”

And when Rose and Alexa had rolled back into the dormitory at midnight, returning from the “meeting”….the two of them were laughing.  Sharing jokes…leaning into each other and sitting next to each other on one bed as they talked the rest of the night away.

Since then, Rose had attended about seven of these meetings, which were sporadic and never occurred on the same night, or same time so as to avoid any unwanted attention from university staff.  Sometimes Alexa went with her, sometimes not.  And sometimes Alexa went when Rose stayed behind.  But always, there was hours of conversation to be had after each and every one.

And suddenly?  The two roommates were the best of friends.  By finding one thing in common, and using that to break the ice that had grown thick between them, they were empowered to find more and more.

And beyond that, Rose LOVED this club.  More like a sport even.  An extracurricular that she didn’t have to feel an insane amount of pressure to enjoy.  One that didn’t have a scholarship on the line if she failed.  Though failure here had its own set of consequences.

Something she’d definitely NOT be telling her mother about when she arrived home.




“MOM!”  Rose began to run in the off boarding area when she had spotted Sarah across the room in a crowd of other people waiting to pick their parties up.

Sarah grinned and opened her arms, sweeping Rose into her arms in a tight embrace.  They looked at each other with grins and delight on their faces as they jumped around in an excited circle in each other’s embrace.

Rose had grown to be Sarah’s height, and even perhaps a half inch or so taller.  Both of them sported the same color dark brown hair, Sarah’s a bit longer, reaching down between her shoulder blades, while Rose kept her own at shoulder length.

Sarah was always thankful that Rose had inherited her father’s hazel eyes rather than her own green ones.  She thought they had so much more character, and this way, at least the deadbeat had given Rose something useful.  The women were both slim, with athletic, but not overly muscular builds thanks to their respective athletic activities.  And, they both sported perky breasts that stopped at a healthy B cup, though Rose had lamented for some time as a young teen that she wanted larger ones.  But as teen girls do, she had eventually gotten over that.

“You got paler out there in that frozen hellscape honey.” Sarah grinned.  “We’re gonna have to get you some sun while you’re back in Cali.  You look like a ghost!”

“Oh shut up mom.” Rose chuckled.  “I get plenty of sun in New York.  I just stay locked up studying all the time.”

“Sure you do honey.  Sure you do.” Sarah winked, beginning to lead the way back to the parking garage she had gotten into earlier.  “So, you can tell me about school tomorrow.  Tonight, you’re going to come home and deal with the surprise party I’m throwing you.”

“Is it really a surprise if you tell me about it?” Rose laughed.

“Oh, no it’s not a surprise for you.  The surprise part is that I’m not letting you and your friends wreck my fucking house.”

They laughed loudly.  “God I missed you mom.”

“Me too honey.”

And the two of them climbed into Sarah’s SUV and headed back home.  Talking the entire way home, just glad to have each other’s company again.

The party was loud, raucous and filled with laughter as five or six of Rose’s old friends came by.  Sarah had baked a handmade welcome home cake, and cooked a large and delicious meal.  She even let Rose sneak a few glasses of wine while they all whiled away the hours with games and food and good company.

It was 10pm when the last of the guests made their way out of the house with a hug for Rose and a friendly thank you and goodbye to Sarah for throwing the party for them all.  Rose huffed out a breath as she collapsed onto her back on the couch once the last person had gone.

“You look exhausted Rose.” Sarah said sympathetically.

“Ughhhhhh.” Was the only response her daughter could muster for her.

“Well, I’d imagine so, poor thing.  First that long flight then this.  Why don’t you go on to bed honey?  I’ll clean up in here.”

“No, I can help mom.” Rose said, though her voice was groggy and slurred.

“Absolutely not.  You go rest.  I’ll see you in the morning.  Out, OUT I say!”  Sarah said, giving Rose a shooing gesture with both hands.

“Okay fineee.” Rose smiled before standing shakily from the couch and making her way to their bedroom, which she found made up just the way she always left it.  She stripped her street clothes off with tired fingers, and plopped down face first on top of the sheets and comforter.

Then, her phone, which she had dropped beside her pillow unceremoniously, gave a sharp buzz of vibration.  She looked up and took it, sleepily looking at the notification.  Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the number on the screen and read the text.

“Hey, this is Lily, from the MFC.  My friend Alicia gave me your number and told me to shoot you a text.  She said you’re interested in trying the club out while you’re in town?”

Rose quickly typed out a reply,

“Yes!  For sure!  Alicia goes to school with me.  I’m in the campus club with her.  She told me about this and I thought it sounded fun!”

The reply came just a minute later:

“Haha, well alright!  It’s always fun to get some new blood in the mix.  But…you know it’s invitation only.  If I’m going to invite you, I need to meet you first.  I hope you understand.  Don’t wanna stick my neck out for just anyone.  But I’m sure you’re lovely if Alicia vouches for you!  Would you like to meet for coffee tomorrow at around 10am?”

“Oh I understand that!  Sure, coffee sounds great.  There’s a place called Perky Brews not far from here if that works for you?”

“I know that shop!  Great lattes!  Okay!  Let’s meet there at 10.”

“Sounds good!  See you then!”

The text conversation now being ended, Rose rolled over onto her back, excitement now waking her up enough to think back to how this all started.

You see, that first night when Rose and Alexa had gone down to Murray Hall, it was no normal campus club.  The rest of Alexa and her conversation from that tense afternoon came right to mind.

“This club…well…it’s….”  Alexa had started, almost seeming a little embarrassed to continue.

“Spit it out already!”  Rose had snapped.  “Or I’m going back to studying.”

“It’s a fight club.”  Alexa blurted.  “What I’m suggesting is…we go, and we can call each other out for a match.  Maybe if we get the chance to beat the bitchiness out of each other every once in a while…we can survive the rest of freshman year.”

The rest was history.  They had gone.  They had called each other to a match in front of about ten other girls who were in attendance.  And it had been FIERCE.  They had screamed and yelled, called each other every name under the sun, pulled hair, punched, wrestled, kicked, scratched and even bitten a time or two as they had it out on the spacious mats for nearly ten minutes.  The fight had come to an end with Rose flat on her stomach.  Alexa had pulled her leg back and pinned it with her own leg, bending it painfully against her backside while twisting her left arm into a hammerlock.

“GIVE UP YET YOU FUCKING BITCH?”  She had screamed.  Rose had screamed too, in pain and frustration before finally yelling out,

“FINE!  I QUIT FUCK I QUIT!  Get the FUCK off me!”

They had separated, stood, and glared at each other.  Bruised, scratched, disheveled and breathing like they had been underwater, drowning.  And then,

They broke.  Both of them cracked into raucous laughter, unable to stop for a long time as the other girls looked on in wonder.  They hadn’t even really watched the other fights after their own.  Instead they had found a corner to huddle into and really talk.  The ice between them finally broken, leaving them able to find some real common ground.

Since then, Rose had won more fights than she lost, and made quite a name for herself among the girls who attended each week.  Finding herself called out by girls who wanted to test her, whether in a wrestling match, a boxing match, or a full blown cat fight.

It had been the last event she attended before going home where she finally fought with Alicia.  They had talked, become friends as well.  They had, however, avoided meeting on the mats for the entire time.  Until that last meeting.

Alexa had publicly pointed out that the two of them hadn’t had a go yet.  And, so called out, they didn’t have much choice.  Rose had bested her.  Barely.

After that fight, Alicia had cornered Rose and Alexa on their way back to their dorm rooms.

“Hey girl.  Good scrap in there.” Alicia had grinned.  “You’re going back home to LA for the summer right?”

“Yeah!  You too!  And yeah, I’m ready to get back.”  Rose smiled.

Alexa looked on, a knowing look on her face.  Almost like she knew what Alicia was getting at.

“Well, I’ve got a friend out your way who was telling me about a club she’s in.  Like ours, but a little…different.  Bigger.  More organized and with some more uh…intense rules.  I thought you’d wanna check it out.”

“Oh?  Yeah!  Tell me about it!”

So Alicia had walked along with the two roommates back toward their dormitory, telling her what she knew of the club known as the MFC, or Masquerade Fight Club.  They were back in the girls’ room when she had finished explaining.

“Oh my god that sounds….”  What exactly?  Intense?  Exciting?  Frightening as fuck?  All of the above?  Finally she settled on “Intriguing.”

“Well, I think it sounds AWESOME!  I’m fucking jealous bitch!  We don’t have ANYTHING like that in Virginia!”  Alexa had added.

“I mean…yeah, I’d love to try it!  But…uh…I don’t really have time to order a mask before I leave.  And I don’t really want to explain that coming in the mail for me at home.”

Alicia and Alexa grinned at each other as Alexa reached under her bed, and tossed Rose something.

“A little goodbye for the summer present.  Alicia told me about this, and I wanted to pick your first one for you.”

Rose unfolded it.  It was a bright pink Luchador style mask with an open chin and nose, with elaborate, twisting white accents and lacing.

“Wow!  Thanks!  This is….awesome!  Guess I have no excuse not to try it now huh?”



Back in the present now, Rose smiled to herself at the memory before drifting off to sleep, her dreams filled with her fantasies of what this new adventure might hold for her.



Sarah hummed a show tune to herself as she went about cleaning up.  Rose and her friends hadn’t really trashed the place much luckily, but even if they had, Sarah wouldn’t have minded.  It was just too wonderful to have her daughter home and to see her letting the stress of the school year melt from her shoulders.

She was cleaning quietly, so as not to wake her daughter from her much needed rest.  Once the work was done, she folded herself into the couch and turned on the TV, hoping to wind down a little before retiring for the night herself.  She hardly watched the television though.  Instead falling into the old millennial past time of doom scrolling TikToks and reels.  She checked a few of her social media accounts, and posted a picture of herself and Rose at the airport, grinning into the selfie.

“SO glad to have you home!” She typed, and posted the picture, not actually tagging Rose since she hated that kind of thing.

Then, without thinking…she opened another app.  The one she had had to receive a special passcode to download and access.  The MFC Hub.

She absently scrolled through the list of nearby members, silently noting a few of them.  There was very little information on any of the profiles.  Simply a screen name, height and weight, and an “available status” which read one of four things:

Challenges and Arrangements
Challenges only
Arrangements only
Unavailable 

“Challenges” meant that this member accepted messages from members looking to get together for a match.  Arrangements meant that the member was open to the club administrators setting up a match for them.  And finally, unavailable meant that this member was not accepting any matches at this time.

The app was entirely anonymous.  Members were not even allowed to send or post pictures to each other.  The only picture attached to any of the profiles was a simple, computer generated flat color rendition of whatever mask that member was sporting for any matches they may participate in.

She scrolled past a couple of profiles that she now knew the owners of, having matched with them in the past.  She scrolled past the profile she knew to be Amy’s.  She let out a little satisfied chuckle to herself as she saw the mask image on her profile.  Navy blue with red accents.  NOT the purple and black she had originally shown Sarah all those months ago.



It had been a few weeks after Sarah had accepted Amy’s invitation before she got the email with the link to the MFC Hub app, and the passcode that allowed her access.  She had barely downloaded the app and sent a picture of the mask she had ordered to the administrators to be rendered into the animated profile picture before her phone had rang.

“Hey Amy!  I got-“ she answered,

“Girl I already know!  I invited you so I got an email letting me know you were in!  I’m so excited!”  Amy had answered.

“Oh me too!  This sounds like fun!  I wonder who I’m going to match with first.”

Amy had laughed a little maniacally at that.  “Ohhh Sarah.  That’s already taken care of.”

“It is?”

“Yep!  Because I already talked to one of the admins.  It’s you and me sweetie.” She had said in a conspiratorial voice.

“Really?  I thought it was all supposed to be anonymous?”

“Not if you already KNOW someone.  Then you’re free to share whatever you want.  And I’m calling you out.  I want you.  I’m a little bored with just kickboxing with you honestly.”  Nothing Amy had said was anything but friendly, but the challenge was real.

Sarah considered for a minute, then had chuckled.  “Alright then.  Let’s talk details.



Amy had been right.  When it finally happened, Sarah realized that she had never felt so unbelievably, inexplicably ALIVE!

The experience with Amy was primal, a true letting go of every inhibition she had ever felt up to that point.  In that moment, she was not Sarah Verse, single mother, home maker, sacrificer and saint.

She was just SARAH.  Identity at last.

It had been more intense than she had expected, despite the fact that they had communicated clearly what the other should expect when they clashed.  There were tears, screams and vicious attacks of every kind on every inch of each other’s bodies.  But, in the end, Sarah had managed to slam Amy onto the mat on her stomach, and had reached around, TEARING at her friend’s breasts with her short nails, which were already absolutely ravaged at this point, same as her own.  There was a lot of shouting, but Amy had refused to surrender.

In frustration, Sarah had stood, and stomped down on her friend’s back.  Once, twice, three times before Amy had rolled, groaning onto her back, clutching at it with an expression of pain scrunching her face up.

Sarah had brought her foot up again, ready to stomp on Amy’s stomach now, growling with frustration.

“NO!  No!  I’m done girl, I give.  Fuck, my fucking back.”

Sarah had felt a surge of elation, quickly tinged with a flash of worry and fear as the adrenaline began to wear off.

“Good god, are you alright?”  She had asked.

“Fine.”  Amy had winced with a half smile, half grimace.  “Forgetting something?”

Then the primal thrill had rushed back.  Sarah let out a whoop of victory as she knelt, and grabbed the back of the purple and black mask, roughly tearing it off of Amy’s disheveled face.  She held it up above her own white mask with red accents, grinning as she took Amy by the hair and pulled her up to face one of the cameras in the corner of the room.

She had WON.  She was ALIVE.

She wanted MORE.

And she had gotten it.  Overtime, she had had a handful of matches so far with various opponents.  She had lost her white and red mask in her very next match which hadn’t been quite as intense as her fight with Amy, but the next one, she had won a lovely Tiffany blue and silver number to go with Amy’s purple and black one.  Between wins and losses, she now had three masks in her collection.  And they were a point of great pride for her.



Now, however, she smiled at the memories, and sighed.  Navigating to her own profile, she set her availability status to “Unavailable”.  She’d have to put the MFC on hold for the summer while Rose was home.  Or…at least for now.



The next morning, Rose was on pins and needles as she got dressed in a pair of short denim shorts and a simple white tank top.  The LA heat was already starting to become intense, and the outfit was commonplace in this weather.

“Hey mom I hope you don’t mind,” she said once she had finished her breakfast of bacon and eggs.  “But I’m gonna meet a friend of mine for coffee.  I’ll be back in an hour or two!”

“Oh of course honey!  No problem at all.  Have fun!”



Perky Brews was about a half mile from their home, so Rose saw no reason not to walk.  She texted Lily to let her know she was on her way, and quickly got a reply.

“Great!  Me too!  I’m wearing a black crop top with the word “Bleach” across the front.  See you soon!”

Bleach?  She knew that one from Alexa who had forced her to sit down and watch some of it.  An anime right?  Hadn’t been her thing, but she had dutifully indulged her friend and watched along, asking an absolute shit load of questions all along the way.  Wow.  Sounded like Lily would get along just fine with her roommate.

She had found Lily on the outdoor patio, and thankfully there weren’t many patrons out here.  She sat down across from her, and the two of them exchanged cheery greetings.  Lily was a little slip of a thing, and Rose silently wondered how such a small girl was fairing in a fight club like this.  But of course, the campus club had plenty of girls her size as well.  Best not to underestimate anyone.

With pleasantries and a fair amount of small talk done, and two lattes ordered, consumed, then replaced by iced mochas, Lily finally spoke about the elephant in the room.

“Well, you seem nice enough.”  She smiled.  I don’t see any reason not to give you an invite if you still want it once I’ve given you the rundown.”

“Sure!  I mean Alicia told me some about it, but she said there would be more you could tell me.”

“Mmm.”  Lily nodded.  “You’ll get a handbook PDF in your welcome email, but here are the basics.  There’s an app you’ll download, called ‘MFC Hub’.  What you have to know is that this is all very anonymous.”  She took a sip of her mocha and gave a satisfied smile at the flavor.  “That’s where you’ll get your fights.  Admins can arrange them for you, or you can chat with members and challenge them if it seems like a good fit.  But, the kicker is that you absolutely can NOT share names or pictures in the chats.  You can’t know who you’re fighting until the day of the fight.  Unless it’s someone you already know.  For instance, I’m your sponsor.  So you know me.  No need to be anonymous with me.  Got it so far?”

Rose nodded, smiling as she listened.  So far it sounded interesting.

“For the fights themselves, the club doesn’t have many set rules.  Just that you have to wear your mask, and nothing else.  You’ll fight alone.  Just you and your opponent.  There will be cameras set up to catch all the action, but no one is going to be in the room with you.”  She hesitated a moment.  “Well…room, or wherever the admins set up for you.  There are a few places.  Cages, rings, mat rooms, even outdoor settings.  All plenty private.”

Rose raised a hand.  “Now, if we’re alone….what happens if someone gets hurt?  Like badly?  Surely accidents happen.”

“Oh sure.  It happens.  You’re expected to stop.  Someone will be within a mile of where you are with medical attention on hand, watching the fight live.  So no worries there.”  Lily shrugged.  “Now as for fighting rules, that’s up to you and your opponent.  You can decide on as many or as few rules as you want.  Anything from a simple wrestling match, to a full blown anything, and I do mean ANYTHING goes brawl.  The club itself doesn’t dictate that for you.  You decide on the losing conditions too.  Submission, knockout, whatever you want.  And if you lose…you HAVE to give up your mask.  For good.  It’s taken off after the fight and the fighter that beat you keeps it.  They can wear it to fights themselves, or just keep it as a trophy.  I uh…assume you have a mask?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one.” Rose was enraptured at Lily’s explanation.  This was INDEED more intense than she expected.  The campus fight club was anything goes of course, but with the added element of the fighters being masked and alone, with a trophy on the line, she imagined this was a new ball game entirely.

“Good.  But if you lose it, you’ll have to buy another one.  Just keep that in mind.  Best to keep a few spares if you get more into this….and remember, this is all getting filmed.  People buy these videos.  But they keep it discrete and you’re paid pretty well for it.  $200 to the loser of any match, and $500 for the winner.”  Another deep drink, polishing off her coffee.  “You’re not getting rich, but it’s a really fun side hustle.  So…what do you think?”

Rose didn’t answer immediately.  She was buzzing with the double dose of caffeine and the sheer enormity of what she had just heard.  But the answer was obvious already.

“I want in!  This sounds like so much fun!”  She grinned.

“Great!  Well, text me your email address, and I already have your number!  I’ll formalize your invite as soon as I get home!  But it may take a few weeks for them to contact you so don’t get too discouraged if you don’t hear back right away okay?”  Lily smiled kindly.  “It was really nice meeting you!  We should hang out again sometime.  And who knows?  Maybe we’ll link up in the club one day too.”

“Yeah.” Rose grinned softly.  “I’d like that.  Both I mean!  Let’s hang out while I’m here and…see what happens!”



Three weeks later


May passed into June, and the heat in California was only rising as summer really set in.  But Sarah and Rose filled the time out nicely.  Some days, they would do things together.  Amusement parks, days spent lounging on the beach to catch a tan, going to some of Rose’s favorite museums, and sometimes driving out of the city just to get away from the noise.

Other days, Rose spent with her friends.  Hanging out at the mall like old days, going to eat, simple kickbacks at one or another’s house and other such older teenage activities.  The summer so far was shaping up to be a great one.

One particular day, while Rose was away with her friends, gone to spend a weekend with her friends at a rented cabin near a small lake not too far from the city, Sarah found herself again mindlessly scrolling through the MFC Hub app.

It had been a couple of months since her last match.  And the itch was starting to get stronger and stronger.  The need for that release and primal contest.  Of course, with Rose home, she knew she SHOULDN’T be trying to find a fight.  Not now.  What if she came home bruised up, unable to explain any injuries?

You’re a kickboxer.  Rose knows that.  Could always explain it away that way.  Hide any scratches with long sleeved shirts and pants.

No…somehow she didn’t quite think that would work.

You could stick to less intense matchups!  Keep it simple.  Things you CAN explain by blaming kickboxing!  You know you want to!

Yes!  That idea was promising.  She didn’t HAVE to participate in anything too grueling after all.  She could just….wrestle.  Or keep it to a lighter cat fight right?  And Rose was getting time to herself while she was home?  Why shouldn’t she?

Moving her fingers quickly before she could change her mind, Sarah found her profile and changed her status to “Challenges Only”.  There.  She’d done it.  The rest would work itself out later.  She resolved not to actually go looking while Rose was in town, but if a challenge came along, she would look into it.  She grinned as she went back to the Home Screen and browsed some of the users there.



The cabin full of adult teens and twenty somethings erupted into cheers as Rose sank a ping pong ball into a red solo cup across a ping pong table.  It was Friday night, and she had the weekend with her friends.  Time to cut loose!

“Drink mother fuckerrrr!”  She singsonged at the boy across the table from her who grinned and emptied the cup in two deep drinks.

“Lucky shot Verse!  You’re going down!”

Rose had heard that before of course.  In a very different context back at school.  She allowed herself a grin.

“Yeah yeah, shut up and…”

She stopped as her phone buzzed in her pocket.  She ignored it for a moment, but then, had a feeling about what it might be.  Almost like a premonition.  She pulled her phone out as the boy took his shot and sank it in one of her cups.  Cheers again, this time from the other side of the table.

The email app icon flared back at her, and her breath hitched.

From: MFCADMIN3@MFC-HUB.com
Subject: Welcome To MFC

“Uh hellooooo?  Drink Verse!”

“Oh…” she laughed nervously.  “Right yeah.”  She fished the ball out and quickly downed the cup of beer with a grimace.  It had grown a bit warm.  But that didn’t matter so much now.  “Uh one sec.  Bathroom.  Haley, jump in for me yeah?”

“Aw you wiiiiimp!”  Her beer pong opponent laughed playfully as she rushed out of the room, locking herself in the bathroom and opening the Email.

“Rose Verse, we are pleased to inform you that the screening process is complete and your invitation to join the Masquerade Fight Club has been accepted.

Please see the attached documents for your participant handbook, and download the app “MFC HUB” via this link with your provided passcode once you have done so.  We wish you luck, and please feel free to reply to this email with any questions.”

Good God she was IN!  She was ecstatic!  Couldn’t believe it had finally happened!  She knew she didn’t have long before her friends would wonder where she had gone.  So she quickly skimmed the handbook attached to the email, then downloaded the app to her phone, anxiously waiting on it to finish.  She didn’t have time to develop her profile or anything, but she did send back the picture of her mask, laid flat on a black surface to have it rendered for the picture.  She had taken the picture shortly after Lily had explained about this particular part of the profile process during a text exchange last week.  Making sure she had one available if she got the acceptance letter while she was away or unable to take one.

She looked over the app briefly once it was finished.  Longing to have more time to do so.  But she mastered herself and put her phone back into her back pocket with a sigh of anticipation, and went to rejoin her friends, a new energy rolling through her.  Time to CELEBRATE!

Later, after midnight, Rose finally came to the realization that she had, in fact, had far too much to drink.  She excused herself from the slowly dying party and made her way to the bedroom that she was sharing with one other girl.  Luckily, there were enough beds in the cabin that everyone got their own.  She crawled beneath the covers, head spinning.  But she wasn’t about to let herself pass out just yet.

With a little help from autocorrect, and squinted eyes, she managed to accurately fill out her height and weight, and chose the screen name she had already thought about some time ago.  ‘Bastet220’.  She chose the Egyptian goddess of cats, and a random number.  Thinking that the play on cats for a cat fighting club seemed appropriate.  She was also pleased to see that the generated likeness of her pink mask had already been added to her profile within the last hour or so!

Maybe it wasn’t the wisest move to start scrolling and browsing while she was so intoxicated.  But she couldn’t resist.  The excitement was too much to bear.  She didn’t have to send anyone a MESSAGE after all.  So she set her availability to “Challenges and Arrangements” and began to scroll through the list of simple profiles waiting for her to peruse.

Then she hesitated on one in particular.  Height?  Almost identical.  Weight?  Within five or six pounds.  The profile’s screen name was “GloveGirl34”.  And the mask….well, obviously she couldn’t see the real thing, just the simple image against a black background.  But it was Tiffany blue, with a set of intricate silver accents around an open bottom face and nose, and a see through screen over the eyes.

“Ohhh that’s fuckin cuuute.” Rose snickered drunkenly to herself.  “Bet that’d look good on me.”

Maybe it was the beer and tequila.  Or maybe it was just sheer anticipation and the knowledge that she had a limited time to participate before she returned to college until the next break.  Or maybe it was both that prompted what she did next.

“Fuck iiiiiiit.” She giggled in a low whisper, then silently thanked the god of autocorrect as she began to type



Sarah was winding down for the evening.  She had treated herself to a glass or two….well okay almost an entire bottle of wine this evening.  She had nowhere to go, no errands to run tomorrow after all.  So she didn’t mind cutting loose a bit.  She was just about to get ready to call it a night, the living room dark save for the light of the TV, when her phone lit up beside her with a *DING*.  She grabbed it and looked at the notification.

She smiled, seeing the MFC Hub icon.  “New Message”.  She opened it eagerly and took a look at the text.

“Heyy!  Sorry, don’t really know how all this works just yet.  But I saw your profile.  And I’m kinda looking for my first match here.”

Hm!  A newcomer.  Well that was interesting.  She checked the profile.  “Bastet220: profile age <1day”

Oh.  Extremely new!  Well that was alright with her.  She had been new once too after all.

“That’s okay.” She typed out in response.  “We were all new once right?  Love the pink and white colors for your mask!  So what are you thinking?  You’re new so I guess you wanna do something lighter to start?”

“Oh nooo!  I’m new here but not new to fight clubs in general.  I want to jump in feet first.  Something…intense.  And I wanna make that sexy blue mask mineee.”

Sarah stared at the screen for a while.  She had to admit she was impressed.  For a newcomer, this girl had guts that was for sure.  Now, Sarah knew she should probably explain that she needed to fight a bit lighter.  Something that wouldn’t need TOO much explaining.  But the way this girl just straight up said she wanted to claim her Tiffany blue mask within a few messages…well.  The wine may have fueled her courage here, but she really didn’t want to look weak.

“Haha, slow down there girl.  My mask isn’t going anywhere.  But that pink one will look GREAT next to it.  How intense are you talking?”

“How intense will you get?” Bastet replied after a few minutes.

Ohhh boy.  Yeah.  This girl WAS brave.

“No, no.  You’re the newbie.  What do you want?  Because I can get pretty wild.”

Again, she waited.  Almost ten minutes this time.  She began to think perhaps the other woman had gone to bed, and they would pick this up in the morning.  But then…

“I’ve been really looking forward to this.  I want to punch, kick, scratch, tear, fucking BITE, I wanna make my first opponent never forget my fucking name.”

Holy shit.  Okay.  She SHOULD say no.  At least until Rose was well out of the way and back at school.  She should put this on hold.  Then she got another message from her before she could work out a reply.

“All due respect of course.  I mean…yeah.  Fuck I just wanna DO this.”

And Sarah recognized that energy.  She had felt it herself when this had all started.  Felt it still.  She still knew she should say no.  But…

“Well, if it’s a hard introduction you want I’ll give it to you girl.  But you’d better tell me right now what your limits are.  Because if you don’t, you’re not going to like what happens.” She sent.

“Fuuuuck limits.  Let’s just try not to fucking kill each other.  Other than that, I wanna fuck you uppp.  Make you lick your tears off the floor.  Rip that mask off your head and watch you cry over it.  unless that scares you.”

Oh.  OH.  This bitch.  Okay.  Fuck it.  She’d cross the bridge of explaining things to Rose when she got to it.  The newbie definitely needed a lesson.

“That’s pretty fucking bold of you.  But alright.  If that’s what you’re after, fine.  I’ll wipe your whining snot and drool off the ground with your fucking face.  I WILL make you regret even joining this club girl.  And when  done, I’m gonna play the video for myself at night so I can fall asleep to the sound of you begging and screaming for me to stop.”

The reply was faster this time, and turned into a quick flurry of messages

Bastet: “I can’t wait to see you try.  I’ll tear the pussy straight out of you.”

Sarah: “You’re really trying to get hurt huh bitch?”

Bastet: “Only if you fucking can cxnt.”

Sarah: “say that again when my teeth are clamped on your fucking neck.

Bastet: “Kinky and all, but I’d prefer to have my hands on your throat, watching you turn fucking purple.”

Sarah: “oh let’s fucking do this.  I’m going to ENJOY this.”

Bastet: “so the FUCK am I.”

Sarah realized she was on her feet, pacing her living room floor, the bottle of wine completely empty now, and heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing quick.

Wow.  She had engaged in trash talk before.  But this was different.  And she LOVED it.  But it was nearing 1:30am now.  And it was time for rested and sober heads to take the reigns on this.

Sarah: “Good.  I’m going to bed now.  But this conversation isn’t over newbie.”

Bastet:  “sounds good to me.  Talk to you tomorrow slut ?”




The next morning, Rose woke with a stunningly bad hangover.  She groaned as she leaned up in bed, tasting something coppery and sickly in her mouth, her head pounding.

“Fuuuuck.  Never again.  Never fucking again.”  She mumbled to herself as she got out of bed and grabbed her phone.  Then it came back to her in a flash.  The conversation with GloveGirl34 on MFC Hub.  Every bit of it.  She had been completely plastered, only making coherent sense thanks to autocorrect.  She had come on REALLY strong.  And she was sure she had made a fool of herself.  She opened the app.  Maybe it was just hangover anxiety, but she groaned at their words back and forth.  She typed out a quick message.

“Hey girl, um look.  This is REALLY embarrassing but…I was absolutely hammered drunk last night.  I didn’t mean to come off like a total bitch or anything.  I mean I’d still like to fight, but like…sorry I came on so heavy.”

She sat the phone down, expecting to wait a long time for a reply, perhaps even find herself ghosted.  To her surprise, the reply came fast.

“Hey.  Don’t worry about it.  I was pretty drunk too actually lol.  So…I guess you wanna pick some different rules huh? ?”

Really?  That’s not what she had expected.  But it gave her a burst of relief to see that she wasn’t being let go outright.

Rose: “You seem disappointed?”

GloveGirl: “A little if I’m honest.  I kinda got a rush meeting someone with that kinda energy.  Got me excited for a real throw down lol.  But it’s okay!  We can do whatever you want!”

Rose: “you still want it that intense?”

GloveGirl: “only if you do.  You had me ready to tear your face up right then and there if you’d been in front of me.”

Her heart pounded.  Her breathing quickened.  Her headache forgotten as she typed,

Rose: “oh I meant what I said.  I want something INTENSE.  I just felt bad about being a total bitch.”

GloveGirl: “oh for god’s sake DON’T be.  That’s the most excited I’ve gotten to go at someone in a long time.  So…how about it?  Me and you.  Intense.  No limits…well…outside of trying to kill each other like you said.”

Rose: “it’s a fucking deal.”

There was silence for a time, then, instead of a message, a notification popped up within the app.  “GloveGirl34 has accepted the challenge.”

Rose saw the button at the top of the screen that said “Accept Challenge”. She knew that this would send a chat log of their conversation to the admin team, give them access to all further messages, and that they would then be contacted about a place and time for the fight itself.  Usually within one week.

With a trembling finger, she pressed the button.

“You have accepted the challenge with GloveGirl34.”

Then an automated message popped up on their chat log.  “Both fighters have accepted the challenge and terms.  Good luck, and may the best fighter win.  Details will arrive in your inbox within 24 hours.”

Glove Girl: “it’s a done deal then.  And for the record, bitchy shit talk aside, I really AM gonna hurt you.”

Rose grinned, shooting back one quick reply.

“Bring it the fuck on.”


Monday morning arrived, and Rose walked into the house a bit bleary eyed after the weekend with her friends.

“Heyyy mom!”  She said with a smile.

“Well hey baby!  Hope you had fun!”  Sarah grinned back, greeting Rose with a hug.

“A blast.  But I’m never drinking again.” Rose giggled.

“Good answer.” Sarah smiled and ruffled Rose’s hair.  Listen honey, did you have anything you wanted to do Wednesday?  I’m sorry, I should’ve asked but I agreed to go to the gym with Amy for a few hours of training then we’re just gonna have a girl’s night after.  That okay?”

Oh sweet merciful GOD.  That couldn’t have happened at a better time.  The email had come from MFC detailing the date and time for the fight with GloveGirl34 on Saturday evening, and it was set for Wednesday at 8pm, with an attached address.

“Oh!  No not at all!  Actually that works out.” She laughed, hoping the nervousness in it didn’t give her away.  “I’ve…uh…got a thing planned with Leila that night anyway so it’s perfect.”

“Oh good!”  The relief in her mother’s voice was palpable.  “I didn’t wanna let you down if you had something you wanted to do together.  Great!  Well…um…im gonna get on lunch then.  Monte Cristos sound okay?“

“Sure mom that’s perfect!”  Rose smiled warmly.  “If you don’t mind though, I’m gonna go lie down for a bit.  Clear my head up.”

“Sure honey, I’ll call when it’s ready.”

As Rose disappeared down the hallway, Sarah quickly opened her app and looked at the last messages between herself and Bastet.  They were from yesterday.  They had engaged in some more trash talk, more threats, and had gotten somewhat intense again, though not quite as much so as that first exchange had been.  She typed out a message.

“You still all set?  Getting cold feet?”

Bastet: “Not a chance.  I’m not missing this for anything.”

Sarah: “Good.  Listen, unless you have questions, being new and all, I say we cut off talking til we get there on Wednesday alright?  Nothing personal.  But I like a day or so of silence to get myself ready.”

Bastet:  “Works for me.  I’ll probably be a little distracted til then anyway.  I’ll let you know if I have questions.  See you Wednesday night then?”

Sarah: “See you then.”

The remainder of Monday and Tuesday passed in a blur for both women.  The thought of what was coming weighed heavy on their minds.  By the time Wednesday morning rolled around, Sarah and Rose hardly interacted at all.  Though, neither woman noticed, being consumed with what they thought was their own singular stress and excitement factor keeping them distracted.

The clock ticked down the hours, agonizingly slowly for both of them.  Both of them were glad for their ready made excuses for when they disappeared this evening.

Finally, at around 5pm, Sarah walked into her room, and selected her tiffany blue and silver mask, placing it into a side pocket of her gym bag before slinging it over her shoulder.  She dressed simply, in a tank top and a pair of simple sweat pants before coming back into the living room, where her daughter was plopped on the couch, staring at her phone, which she quickly put down.

“I’m gonna go ahead and head out sweetie.  I’ll probably be back after you’re in bed okay?  Have fun with Leila tonight!”

“Okay mom!”  Rose smiled warmly.  Almost seeming relieved, but Sarah took no note of it.  “Have fun at the gym and with Amy after!”

“Sure thing honey!”  The women embraced quickly, and Sarah was out the door, grabbing her car keys on the way.

Once she was well and truly gone, Rose bounded off of the couch and went to her own room where she had stashed away her own pink and white mask, packing it into her bag.  She knew it was early yet, but she wanted something to DO in the meantime.  She wanted to message GloveGirl again, but decided against it.  She had asked for silence for now.  She considered calling Lily, her sponsor.  Or Alexa or Alicia.  Just to have someone to TELL.  But she didn’t even know that she could talk.  She was bursting with excitement and nerves in a way she never had before, and she didn’t trust herself to form coherent sentences.  So for now, she just went back to the MFC Hub email and checked the details again.

The women were given directions to approach the venue from different directions.  They would enter through different doors, strip down in separate rooms and put their masks on, then enter the actual fighting area at staggered times.  This was to ensure that they didn’t lay eyes on each other until it was go time.

Would they talk beforehand?  Trade insults and threats?  Shake hands?  Hug?  Or just fly at each other?  There would be no announcer.  No ref.  No crowd.  It was entirely on them how they would begin.

“Fuuuuck come on.  I’m ready to go.”  She whispered to herself.




Sarah arrived at her favorite salon at 5:30.  She had decided a fresh haircut would be nice before she went into this particular fight.  Her hair had gotten long and she wanted something shorter so as to avoid it being in the way.  She could’ve had it shaved of course to avoid any hair yanking her opponent was bound to do, but that felt extremely unfair.  Not to mention that she knew good and well it would look utterly ridiculous.  She might get ripped bald tonight, but she wasn’t going to do it willingly.

In the end, she settled for a slightly shorter look that accentuated her features nicely, and would still be accessible via a ponytail from the back of her mask.  It was fair, and gave her a fresher look to go in on.

With that done, she went and had a light dinner at one of her favorite cafes, gathering herself for what was coming.  Excitement bubbling in her like waves of lava threatening to break the surface.  Finally….7:30pm came.  She grabbed her phone and shot Bastet a quick message.

“I’m on my way.”

The reply was instant.

“Me too.  You ready?”

“MORE than ready.”

Sarah pulled up to the office style building around 7:45.  Traffic had been forgiving luckily and she hadn’t been held up very long.  She would have at least a couple of extra minutes before 8, when she would be expected to walk into the room labeled “Studio 4”.  She took a deep breath and looked at the gym bag in her passenger’s seat.  She had brought it to maintain an illusion for Rose of course.  In truth, she needed only one thing from it, which she quickly retrieved and stepped out of the car.  With a tremble and a little smirk to herself, she stepped onto the concrete walkway and made for the door.


Rose had been instructed to approach the address from a separate road which would bring her to the back of the building.  It seemed that the MFC really went to lengths to ensure that two anonymous fighters would not lay eyes on each other until they entered the fighting area.  Whether that was to go along with the whole ‘anonymity’ theme, or to keep two combatants who had spent however long engaged in threats and trash talk from ripping each other’s eyes out on the street or in a room away from the club’s cameras, she wasn’t sure.  But she didn’t mind.  She wanted it that way.  Liked that she could get ready for this on her own terms.

She took hold of the pink and white leather mask which had been a gift from her friend, silently wondering for a moment how she would explain it to Alexa if she lost it in her first fight.

No.  She couldn’t think like that.  She was going to kick this bitch’s ass up and down the fighting area.  She had to.  Otherwise she’d have some awkward explaining to do to her mother tomorrow.

The door closed behind her with a metal clicking sound, the push bar closing home securely.  She was in a long, simple hallway lined with a few doors. A paper arrow on the wall, colored red seemed to be pointing her where to go.  She followed it down, then found one at the end of the hall pointing left.  Following that one for a short while, the sound of her sneakers on the tile floor the only noise in the office building for her to hear, she finally came to a door on the right with a laminated paper sign.

“Bastet220”

That would be her prepping room.  She entered, and found a rather comfortable space.  Simple, but with a few amenities.  A leather couch, a small hotel style arm chair, and even a mini fridge stocked with water bottles, Gatorade in various colors, a few light snacks, and even a handful of shooter sized bottles of various liquor.  Those were tempting, but she chose a bottle of spring water instead, taking a deep drink.  There was a door in the corner labeled “Restroom/Shower” but she didn’t enter there right away.  She had showered before leaving home.  But she was grateful it would be there after, when she came to get dressed again.

She then noticed the small side table beside the couch, with an envelope laid carefully atop it.  On the front, a small sticker laid on the spot where a destination address would normally go.  On it, were the animated decal of her pink mask that was attached to her profile on the Hub, and beside that, her username, “Bastet220”.  Curious, she opened it.

Bastet220,

Let us personally welcome you to your first match in the Masquerade Fight Club.  We hope you have an excellent first experience and want to participate more in the future.

Please enjoy the amenities provided in your dressing room at your leisure until your appointed meeting time.  Remember, you will enter Studio 4 at 8:03.  Your opponent should already be inside barring any delays, which will be communicated to you ASAP.

When your match is complete, feel free to return to your dressing room and continue to enjoy the amenities and much needed rest for as long or as little as you like, provided you vacate by 10am tomorrow morning.

Good luck to you, and win or lose, we sincerely hope you find the experience to be a positive one.

Yours,

The Masquerade Fight Club Admin Team

Rose had to admit, this was a nice touch.  It served to settle her nerves just a bit.  And it was nice to know this club at least didn’t seem to treat its fighters like animals or disposable gladiators.  There was a second sheet of paper inside the envelope, which was a copy of the page from the MFC handbook detailing how to set up direct deposit for her payment through the app.  She had read this already of course, so only gave it a cursory skimming before folding the letter back up and placing it back in the envelope.  She would keep that as a memento.  Maybe show it to Alexa and Alicia when she got back to school as proof that she had actually DONE this.  She knew they were both eagerly awaiting word from her, even though she hadn’t even mentioned to them that she had a match today.

She took a look in the full length mirror in the corner of the room and checked the clock on the wall.  7:50.  With one last deep breath, she kicked off her shoes.

Me and you.  Intense.

Her shirt, peeled slowly over her head, followed by the drop of her denim shorts

I really AM gonna hurt you

Her cotton sports bra, then her black panties both thumped to the floor.

Say that again when my teeth are clamped on your fucking neck.

The mask slipped on comfortably, her ponytail sliding through the slit in the back with ease.  She pulled the laces tight, ensuring that it would not slip even during the most intense action.

Me too.  You ready?

MORE than ready.

“Let’s fucking go.” Rose growled through gritted teeth as she admired herself in the mirror.



Sarah, in her own dressing room, already knew what the space had to offer.  She grabbed a water of her own and checked her own welcome letter from the desk, it’s wording slightly different than the one Rose had received.

GloveGirl22,

Thank you for your continued participation in the Masquerade Fight Club.  We are always happy to see returning members, as we hope this means we are providing you with a positive experience.

As usual, please enjoy the amenities provided until your appointed meeting time, and for as long as you like after your match.  Reminder that you will enter Studio 4 at 8pm, and check out from the dressing room is 10am tomorrow morning.

You will enter the studio first.  Your opponent should arrive at 8:03pm, barring any delays which we will communicate with you ASAP.

Enjoy your match, and win or lose, we hope you continue to make your mark in the MFC.

Yours,

The Masquerade Fight Club Admin Team


It was of course the same letter provided to anyone who had fought more than one match with the club.  But it was a nice touch nonetheless.

She wasted no time.  As she had done several times before she began to undress.  Shoes, socks, shirt all discarded into a pile.

Make you lick your tears off the floor

Sweat pants folded in on themselves as they were dropped.

I’ll tear the pussy straight out of you.

Her bra unclasped with a click and dropped, followed by her hipster cut underwear, revealing her dark bush.

I’d prefer to have my hands around your throat, watching you turn fucking purple.

The blue mask came down over her face, obscuring her vision for just a second as she laced it tightly with practiced fingers and gave herself a once over in the mirror.

You still all set?  Getting cold feet?

Not a chance.  I’m not missing this for anything.

“Alright, newbie.  Let get you broken in right.” Sarah smirked at her reflection and made for the door.

Sarah followed the arrows in the hallway that pointed to her destination, though she knew where she was going.  She had never been inside Studio 4, but she was aware by now of the space’s layout, and knew more or less how to get there.  Neither she nor her opponent knew exactly what setting had been chosen for them, and they had not picked one for themselves, so she wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.  But it was safe to assume of course that they had not been given an outdoor arena to fight in.

She found Studio 4 within a couple of minutes and checked the digital clock above its door.  7:59:25.  Perfect timing.  She knew the door would be set to a timer which would unlock the door at exactly 8pm.  She stood and waited until she heard the click just as the hour digit on the clock turned over, and walked inside.

She took in the room and nodded in approval.  They had chosen something simple, probably for the sake of the newcomer.  It was a large square room with block walls, about 30 feet across in either direction.  Every inch of the floor was covered in black rubber mats, and even the walls, save for the two entrance doors were paneled with six foot tall crash pads attached to them  in a shade of navy blue.  She could see the cameras mounted above the mats on the wall, multiple angles covered.  Including a few ceiling mounted dome cameras that would provide a Birds Eye view of the action from above.  All of this would be edited later into the best possible video of the confrontation that the editing team could create.  And somehow, Sarah knew this was going to be a hell of a show.  She stood, hands on her bare hips at the opposite end of her opponent’s door, which she would come through in a few short minutes.

It felt like forever….but finally, she heard the lock click open.  Sarah felt a little gasp hitch in her chest as her heart skipped a beat.  The door slowly opened, and in walked Bastet220…


Rose felt her chest tighten, her breath hitching just a fraction as her heart gave an irregular tick.  If there had ever been any thoughts of backing out, it was far too late now.  Though, the idea had never really crossed her mind anyway.

She entered and walked into Studio 4.  She couldn’t exactly explain it, but seeing the wall to wall mats with crash pads against each border of the room gave her a profound sense of relief.  Why?  She didn’t know.  It’s not like she had expected barbed wire and broken glass after all.  Though, she admitted, walking into a studio with a roped wrestling ring might have also given her pause.  The fight club back at school was always held on mats after all.  That or bare carpet.  God the rug burn after THOSE fights.

She padded into the room, and saw her opponent, GloveGirl34 standing at the opposite end of the room, her tiffany blue and silver mask obscuring her face.  The other woman was straight faced, her arms crossed over her chest.  Rose was at least relieved to see that her opponent was true to her profile’s listed statistics.  In those arenas, at least, the two of them were nearing evenly matched.

She felt an odd sensation then.  Something she couldn’t exactly explain.  Much an unknown dread creeping through her.  Her mouth opened slightly as she looked at GloveGirl.  There was something faintly familiar about the other woman.  Like she might resemble someone that she knew under that mask.  But the odds that the two of them ACTUALLY knew each other were less than zero.  She let the thought pass, shaking it off.

Time to get in the zone.  How would this kick off exactly?

It was time to find out.

The woman in the blue mask began to walk slowly around the perimeter of the room, her eyes roaming up and down Rose’s body.  Rose, not willing to allow the other woman to try and get too close or get behind her, matched her pace in the opposite direction, likewise staring back into the eye windows of her mask.  Both women hugged the walls, keeping them far out of each other’s reach.  For now.  They were both silent until they had completed a 180 around each other along the walls of the room.  It felt like an interrogation.  The first to speak was the one to lose the initial meeting.  The silence hung thick until Rose gulped, unable to help herself.

“Hey….i uh….like your mask.” She said after some time.  The other woman gave a little smirk, showing just the tiniest amount of teeth.

Fuck.  Point one to GloveGirl.  Rose felt herself blush ever so slightly, mentally kicking herself.

“You want it right?”  The blue masked woman said in a casual voice.  “You know how to get it.”

Again, that odd jolt of familiarity.  There was something…no…no stop it.  Don’t get distracted.  She steeled herself.

“Yeah.  I do.  It’s the perfect first trophy for me.”  She said, her face turning downward in a frown.

The other woman stopped moving for a moment.  Her mouth opened slightly, and Rose could just barely see her eyebrows raise under her mask.  But then, a slight shake of the head, and the smirk was back.

“Right.  I forgot you’re new.” She said in a voice that suggested that she absolutely had NOT forgotten that.  “You and I did a lot of shit talking, you know.  You have a husband or a boyfriend at home?”

“No.  I don’t.  Why?”  Rose asked defiantly, her voice growing a little challenging.  The blue masked woman just shrugged.

“Just want to make sure no one is expecting to fuck the ruined mess I’m going to make out of that little scratch you call a pussy baby girl.  That’s all.” Her opponent grinned.

Rose felt a little growl rise in her chest, escaping her lips past a snarl that jumped unbidden to her expression.

“Cute.  Especially considering you didn’t even bother shaving that dead animal you call a bush.  Maybe if I make you eat it after I tear it out, you’ll learn to groom before a fight huh?”  She smirked as she gestured at her own clean, meticulously shaven sex.  “Considering what I’m gonna do to you bitch?  My love life is the LEAST of your concerns right now.”

And then, the blue masked woman laughed.  Actually giggled in an almost giddy way.  Rose scoffed and felt herself start to grow angrier until….

“Okay girl you pass.  You didn’t get all scared at a little threat.  Gave it back to me even.  It’s too bad.  I think I’d probably like you.  But right now, what do you say we handle business?” Rose’s opponent said.

Rose didn’t allow herself to be startled by the sudden change in tone.  It HAD to be a ploy.  Meant to lure her into mild complacency at the beginning of the fight itself.  Which now seemed to be seconds away.  She could almost hear the nonexistent click of a warning timer in a boxing match.

“Thought you’d never ask.” She purred.

She didn’t know where the sound came from.  But as she roared, her throat burning in an oddly satisfying way before she launched herself across the expansive distance between her and the other woman, she was satisfied on a primal level that her scream of challenge was matched in ferocity by the masked woman who likewise kicked off her heels and flew back at her.


Sarah had likewise felt those wasp stings of familiarity when she and the pink masked woman had met and begun talking.  But the thumping of her heart and the bated nature of her breath had swept any potential ideas that the two of them knew each other out of her head the entire time.  She was well versed in the art of staying in the game from the beginning.

However, when her opponent had met her call to action with no nervousness, no hesitation….she felt a surge of respect.  And even a jolt of nerves.

Finally, they were coming at each other.  Not walking, no longer circling.  Not slowly closing the distance…but SPRINTING.

It took an eternity, and yet also less than a second for them to meet in the middle.  The two of them clashed in the center of the room like jousters whose lances shattered on shields.  The noise, the chaos, the sheer BLINDNESS of engagement taking them by surprise.

The first thing Sarah registered was PAIN.  Rose, though she didn’t know who hid under that mask, met her with a hand grabbing her ponytail and ripping it to the side so hard that it almost pulled a muscle in her neck.  For her part, Sarah moved low, looking to take Rose by the waist and pivot to throw her to the mat.

Her scalp burned, and she yelled out, but was satisfied that the momentum of their initial attacks had been in the same direction of force.  She gritted her teeth and pivoted.  Her masked opponent’s feet left the floor and Sarah put her onto the mat on her back with a satisfying THUMP, punctuated by a groan of pain from Rose.

The hand in her hair, however, did not loosen.  Instead it pulled her head down over her fallen opponent, who landed two solid flailing kicks into her midsection.  Sarah was forced to stagger back, stumbling onto her bare ass on the rubber mat as she let out a frighteningly undignified gasping noise as the wind was knocked out of her.

Rose launched herself up from her back, springing frog like toward her now fallen opponent.  Sarah JUST had enough notice to sprawl flat onto her back and launch both feet outward toward her assailant in a mule like kick.  The blow caught Rose’s charge mid steam, right in both of her firm breasts.

The kick actually brought Rose off of her feet and flying back into the mat.

“Oh…FUCK!”  The pink masked fighter wheezed as she clutched at herself, gasping for air.

Sarah turned, letting out a gasp of triumph as she caught at Rose’s left foot.  She YANKED.  It was not a properly executed wrestling move, but she didn’t care.  All that mattered now was bending this bitch’s joint the wrong way as hard as she could.

“OWWW!”  Rose wailed as Sarah twisted, jerked and pulled, KNOWING such a sloppy submission wouldn’t last long.  But also knowing that it fucking hurt.  And that’s all that mattered right now.

Rose had the briefest moment of panic, sure for a second that Sarah was ACTUALLY trying to break her fucking ankle.  That was NOT something she had anticipated, even in spite of all the threats they had made so far.  Well….if it was going to be that way….

Sarah yelped as Rose’s free leg swung out and caught her full in the face with a kick right in the forehead.  Sarah didn’t have any choice but to let go as a fireworks display opened in her vision, sending a lightning crack of pain and sound crashing through her skull like a tidal wave meeting some rocky shore.

Rose growled, actually GROWLED as she rolled over and moved to Sarah’s now stunned form lying on the mat.  With a gasp of triumph, the younger fighter brought up her arm and dropped her weight down onto her elbow right into Sarah’s navel.

Sarah wheezed, her eyes popping wide open for a moment as the air was knocked out of her.  But Rose wasn’t done.  She pivoted, bringing her hips down over Sarah’s face, pinning her arms with her knees.

“How’s that pussy taste BITCH??”  Rose snapped as she brought her fist down on the same spot she had just elbow dropped onto.  She did it again, and was rewarded with a jerk and curling of the blue masked woman’s legs, which then began to kick at the mat frantically.  Her gasping and struggling for air muffled by Rose’s invasive face sitting pin.  “I’ve got you now.”  She cackled.

And then

“OH GOD MOTHER FUCKER WHAT THE FUCKING FUUUUCK?!?!”  Rose cried out.  Her opponent had done the unthinkable.  She had BITTEN down on her labia firmly, with no warning whatsoever.  “OW!  YOU FUCKING PSYCHO cxnt WHAT THE FUCK??”  She wailed as she rolled off of her opponent quickly, writhing on the ground with her hands cradling her sex.

Sarah rose to her knees with a smirk and wiped at her mouth with her forearm.

“Well….i don’t know where you learned to fight girl…but here, when we say anything goes….its not an empty threat.”  She said with a wicked smile.  “You’re in over your head if you can’t take one little pussy nibble.”

In truth, Sarah had never actually resorted to that kind of tactic before.  But she’d heard of it happening.  And she didn’t know exactly what possessed her to do it then.  She had had at least one or two other options.  But something about this woman….something about Her made Sarah really want to push her boundaries in a way she hadn’t before.  She didn’t know why, but she felt like they understood each other.  Understood what they both wanted more than anyone else had before.

Sarah stood slowly.  She considered another attack while her opponent was still cradling her pussy, but decided against it.  Not out of kindness, no.  But because she could see the other woman’s eyes on her.  Never moving.  She was expecting it.  She had a plan if Sarah came at her like this.

“Bad poker face sweetheart.” Sarah said with a sneer.  “Quit milking it and get up.”

Rose stopped her writhing almost instantly.  “Saw through it that easy huh?”  She smirked.  “Can’t blame me for trying.”  She let go of her sex and stood back up, facing Sarah now.  She hopped on the balls of her feet a couple of times, shaking her hands out and rolling her neck a bit.  “Not a bad warm up girl.”  She said as she put her fists up in front of her face.  “What do those hands do though?”

Sarah actually laughed a little at the spirit of her opponent.  “Ohhh you wanna box now?”  She grinned, placing her own hands up in a defensive posture.  It was odd to think how much fun the two of them were having already, despite the fact that they absolutely were planning to do serious damage to each other.  “Well, come on and find out.” She winked, and the two of them began to circle again.

What happened next almost felt like a scene from an action movie.  Rose stepped in, throwing a hard jab at Sarah’s face, but the older woman slipped it and pegged Rose with a left-right combo in each cheek.  Rose grunted, backpedaling a step.

Sarah grinned to herself.  It looked like kickboxing was certainly paying off right now.  She pursued, aiming a cross at Rose’s jaw, but Rose leaned back, narrowly avoiding the blow, countering with a hook to Sarah’s rib cage.

“Mmf.”  Sarah winced.  Okay.  The girl had a good swing on her.  She moved in again, and both women caught each other in the face with a cross counter punch.  They both let out gasps of pain, but neither stopped coming.  Rose ducked, coming up with a hard uppercut into Sarah’s stomach.  She braced against the blow but still felt the impact sink deep, causing a jolt of shock to run through her.  Okay.  She had to get it together right now.

With agile footwork and a quick arm, Sarah deflected the next two wild swings that came her way.

Pop, POP. Came the smacking sound of her counter blows that rocked Rose’s head left and right with hard precision.  The pink masked fighter looked a bit surprised but Sarah was admittedly impressed to see her come right back in.  Sarah swatted the jab that Rose sent at her away, and caught her with one of her own right in the mouth.  Her next blow was a drawn back slug to Rose’s stomach.  Rose gagged, her mouth opening in an expression of shock and pain.

Sarah shoved her opponent hard in the chest and bounced on the balls of her feet as she watched Rose stagger, clutching her stomach.

“This isn’t a game you’re going to win with me, girl.  Just some friendly advice for you.“ she sneered, her hands held loosely at the ready.

Rose silently had to admit that the other woman was clearly more than a match for her in a duel of stand up fighting.  Her face ached and her stomach seized once or twice as she recovered.  Tears welled in her eyes from the impact of the last blows, and while she wasn’t CRYING, the involuntary reflex still brought a blush to her cheeks.  But she wasn’t going to let herself admit any of this to her opponent.  She put her fists up again and gritted her teeth.

“I’m just getting started bitch.”  Rose growled, glaring across the mats at Sarah.

Sarah smirked, tightening her guard up again.  “Well, I gotta say, I like my opponents stubborn.”  She rolled her neck.  “If you want your face fucked up that badly, I’m not gonna say no.”

Rose just sneered, her top lip curling at the corners.  “You wanna stop talking and punch it out or not?”

Sarah chuckled slightly, her hands coming up into a boxer’s stance again.

Rose lunged forward, and Sarah side stepped, lifting her knee to meet her opponent’s charge head on, right into Rose’s gut.  The younger fighter gasped, but to her credit, swung a wild cross that rocked Sarah’s head to the side, sending her staggering a half step.

Rose tried to capitalize on the momentary advantage, coming in with a haymaker that she hoped would lay the other woman out.

Sarah was used to being rocked around in the ring though, and caught the blow with a forearm before it could gain much momentum, her other fist snapping out in a jab right to Rose’s nose.

“AGH!  BITCH!”  Rose shouted as she felt a very slight trickle of blood run from her left nostril.

“Don’t telegraph your shit and that won’t happen.” Sarah grinned and lunged forward, her next punch taking Rose in the jaw.

Rose grunted and rocked back, her head spinning.  Fuck she was NOT doing well in this exchange.  She moved back another step, putting her guard back up.  As Sarah came back after her, she only JUST managed to avoid the hook Sarah threw at her and gave a sloppy uppercut to counter.  To Rose’s actual surprise, the blow hit, and Sarah’s eyes widened in pain and shock as her head snapped back.

Rose snarled, and took the chance her lucky blow gave her.  She gripped her hands together behind the blue masked woman’s neck and RAMMED her knee upward, right into Sarah’s crotch.

Sarah gave a tiny chirp as her face went sheer white, her knees shaking.  “Oh….GOD!” She finally cried out.

“Don’t get fucking cocky and that won’t happen!” Rose said through gritted teeth as she drove forward, her shoulder in Sarah’s chest as she lifted the other woman’s wobbly legs and SLAMMED her back against the padded wall.

“Uck…” was the only noise Sarah gave as her feet dropped back to the floor.  Rose was physically holding her in a standing position with her shoulder, and then the pink masked woman grabbed Sarah’s wrists and slammed them against the wall, holding them firmly in place.  Her knee came up into Sarah’s stomach, HARD.  Sarah couldn’t make much noise aside from a choked gagging noise.  Rose hit her again in the same spot, and it was clear she was putting all of her force into the knees.  Sarah let out pitiful noises as the third knee found its mark.  It felt as if her guts were being wrapped around her spine.  She wanted to fold onto the floor, but her opponent was still keeping her upright and trapped.

Her stomach spasmed, her throat betraying her with a full blown disgusting sounding gag.

“You throw up on me and I’ll rip your fucking clit out whore.” Rose growled. Luckily, Sarah didn’t feel the urge to actually be sick, just to fold over in pain and discomfort.

Then, Rose picked her head up from where it was nestled into Sarah’s shoulder and faced her, eye to eye.  She was grinning savagely.  “You give yet?”  She asked in a voice full of mockery.

Sarah felt her stomach give one last roll, this time as Rose placed her knee right over her pussy, a clear threat.  A silent promise.  Give up, or I start attacking here next.

She said nothing.  Instead, she THREW her forehead forward, aiming for the bridge of Rose’s nose, looking to finish breaking it as she had tried to do with her jab before.  She missed her mark slightly however, taking Rose right above the left eyebrow.

Rose wailed, her hands releasing Sarah’s wrists as she backpedaled and clutched at her head.  Sarah crumpled to her knees and gasped for breath, desperate to recover from the assault she had just taken while her opponent tried to get her own bearings.

There was no action between them for several long seconds that seemed to take minutes instead.  The only sounds in the mat room were the sounds of labored breathing and slight groans.  Finally, the women looked at each other and stared daggers into each other’s eyes.

Again, there was a minor spark of familiarity that shot between them, but it was shoved down quickly, buried in the back of their minds as they looked at one another.

“I swear to God…I am going to humiliate you before I tear that fucking mask off your whore face.”  Sarah said in a low, dangerous voice.

“You are huh?”  Rose responded in an equally venomous tone.  “Which one of us is on their fucking knees?  Looks pretty natural for you if you ask me.”

“Come on and find out then.”  Sarah said, moving as if she intended to stand, planting one foot in front of her with her other knee on the floor.

Rose didn’t give her a chance to get up.  She rushed, preparing to tackle Sarah to the mat.  But Sarah had counted on that.  She never planned to stand at all.  Instead she LUNGED at Rose’s knees from her position, wrapping her arms around the younger woman’s knees, pulling back as she went forward to unbalance her.  As Rose staggered with a yelp of surprise, Sarah rode her to the floor, pinning her daughter’s legs under her.  She found her face level with Rose’s sex.

Rose tried to kick away but her legs were trapped firmly.  “You bite my pussy again and you’re gonna fucking regret it!” She said as she saw Sarah’s position.

Sarah grinned, a wicked look that actually sent a shiver up Rose’s spine, momentarily stopping her struggles.

She’d seen that look before.  And not during a fight.  She’d seen it in the eyes of a boy she had brought back to her dorm room once.  A few images flashed through her mind all at once in the space of a few seconds.

A quick text message sent to her roommate.  “tuxedo” was all it said.  A simple signal that the other should not come home just yet.

A pair of thigh high socks peeled off of her legs and used to bind her wrists.

A pair of satin panties dropped to the floor.

A blonde boy kissing her deeply.

And then that SAME expression as his face moved away from her and down her body.

“N…no.  Don’t you fucking-“ and her words were cut off as her legs jerked under her opponent’s weight.  Her hands which had been trying to push herself away suddenly gripping the mat, her teeth gritting and her eyes shooting wide open.  She gasped.

Sarah’s tongue flicked over Rose’s clitoris with perfect, practiced ease, sending a JOLT through her.

Her opponent was actually eating her out.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”  Rose cried out.  She tried to sound disgusted, but her own voice betrayed her.  The words came out somewhere between a scream and a moan.  “YOU FUCKING SLU-OH!”

As she had screamed, Sarah had plunged her tongue down and circled her clit with precision that Rose had NEVER experienced before.  And then, she looked up with a grin and moved her arms to LATCH onto Rose’s firm breasts.  There was NOTHING sensual about that.  She dug into the flesh and raked her nails down hard as she returned to flicking her tongue inside of her opponent’s sex.

“Oh god RAGHHH!”  Rose wailed as the mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her from the attack on two fronts.  She was ALREADY beginning to feel the first tremors of orgasm begin to come on, and her breasts burned ever more intensely as welts were raised on them from her opponent’s short nails.

Rose didn’t just lie back and let it happen.  She snapped her legs closed around Sarah’s head and began to squeeze tightly.  When Sarah began to moan into her pussy, Rose followed up by raining hard and fast right fists down onto the exposed top of her head where she had her trapped.  The thunking noise of the impacts were loud and sharp as they sunk into the plush walls of the mat room, and finally, Sarah stopped licking her sex, moving her arms to block and try to pry her daughter’s legs off of her head.

She slipped lose, but not before taking a number of hard blows to the top of the head.  She reeled back, head spinning as she plopped flat onto her butt, vision swimming a bit.  So when the pink blur of her opponent’s mask came flying at her, she was unable to respond quickly enough.

Rose collided with Sarah, driving her to her back on the floor, working her way up her body until her knees were planted on Sarah’s shoulders.

She silently cursed her now dripping sex for betraying how much she actually enjoyed that last exchange.  If she was honest, the entire battle had ignited something in her that she had never expected.  But if that was the case, she could easily use that to her advantage.

She grasped her opponent by the sides of the mask and glared down at her.  With a growl, she slammed Sarah’s head to the mat, hard.  Sarah groaned, her eyes rolling back for just a fraction of a second as lights exploded in her vision.

“You wanna eat pussy you little whore?”  Rose said through gritted teeth.  “Then have at it.”

Rose inched forward, keeping her legs firmly planted on Sarah’s shoulders as she sat fully onto her opponent’s face, pressing her weight down to ensure she was at least mostly smothering her with her sex.  She let out a wicked chuckle as she watched her pinned opponent’s eyes widen, a desperate, muffled moan coming from her as Sarah began to kick and buck for escape.

“I said EAT IT!”  Rose wailed as she reached back with her right hand, laying open handed SLAPS onto Sarah’s ribs, over and over again.  Sarah let out muffled cries with each blow, desperately squirming to try and get herself free, or at least stop the slaps from hitting the same place over and over again.  By the fifth blow, she could feel her skin protesting like it was on fire, and Rose wasn’t letting up.  Her cries became sobbing like moans, desperate to make it stop.

And so she obeyed, laying into her opponent’s labia with her lips and tongue like a desperate woman.  Which, really, was exactly what she was at this moment. 

Rose gasped, letting her head fall back as she relished the sensation.  She had little miss “GloveGirl22” right where she wanted her.  Finally.  She moaned and began to lightly rock her hips into the blue masked fighter’s face.  And slapped her ribs again.  Her opponent let out a sob like moan again, which vibrated through Rose’s sex, sending a shiver up her body.

“Fuck….yessss…” Rose moaned, looking down at her opponent with a cruel grin.  She slapped again, getting the same reaction from her.  Rose’s toes began to curl and her back twitched.  “Make me cum you subby little BITCH!”  And on the last word, she DUG her nails into the burning tender flesh where she had constantly assaulted with her slaps.  She could feel the spot, hot to the touch as she grabbed on.

Sarah SCREAMED, the thrashing of her legs now redoubling, growing faster, now in agony as much as in desperation.

And Rose screamed with her in a very different way.  Her body exploded in an intense, skin prickling, eye rolling, muscle spasming orgasm that washed over her in a wave of ecstasy that she’d never felt before.  Her nails dug in harder, and she could feel small bits of skin peeling under her hands as she rode out the waves of pleasure that rocked through her.  She began to come down after several seconds, and let herself lean back, welcoming the arch of her muscles against the intense finish to her climax.

Which gave Sarah just enough room to kick her legs up and snag Rose by the torso.  She jerked back, and Rose fell backward with a yelp of surprise, crashing hard onto the mat.

Sarah GASPED as Rose’s hips freed her mouth and nose.  She scrambled to her feet to mount an offensive, but felt the room spin from the oxygen flooding in after being so long deprived, and the blood rushing back as she got up too quickly.  She stumbled into the mat covered wall, forced to hold herself up as she moaned from the pain in her ribs, and the dizziness of her oxygen deprived blood.

Rose was up fast, but had no such disadvantage.  The orgasm had woken something up in her.  A desire for more combat.  To make this bitch pay for her advantages so far in the fight.  She surged forward, and her hands found Sarah’s throat where she slammed her head against the wall.

“Did you think I was gonna let you breathe?” She hissed as she squeezed, giving her mother’s head another bounce off the padded wall.  Sarah gagged, looking Rose in the eyes with a wide open mouth.

Rose shifted her hips and almost gently drove her opponent to the floor underneath her.  She grinned savagely down as she squeezed, her knees on either side of Sarah’s hips.  “I told you didn’t I?  That I’d watch you turn fucking purple just like this.”

Sarah gave weak punches to Rose’s ribs, but her hands were numb and tingling now.  The blows got a few grunts out of Rose, but didn’t phase her enough to make her let go.  “Just tap me and I’ll let go.  I’ll take my fucking mask and let you go.  Or I can put you down and I’ll take it off your sleeping body.”

Sarah’s vision was turning black at the edges.  She was surely only a few seconds from passing out.  And the last thing she was going to see was that stupid bitch’s pink mask.  She did not want to lose.  She couldn’t.  She wouldn’t tap.  The bitch would have to make her pass out.

She hardly even registered that her hand had moved down, fingers twitching, barely controlled.  But she found her trimmed nails brush against her opponent’s sex.  Rose gasped, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.  Her grip let up by a fraction, and Sarah got a small sip of glorious air.  Just enough to push the creeping darkness in her eyes back a fraction…and give her enough state of mind to grab and TWIST Rose’s lower lips.  She was not gentle.  She used her trimmed nails to pinch and jerk and scratch.

The scream that came from Rose was blood curdling as her hands came off of Sarah’s throat.  Sarah GULPED in a torrent of air and redoubled her attack on Rose’s sex, holding on tight as the younger fighter tried to pull away.

“AHHHH GOD DAMN IT FUCK!” Rose screamed, following it with a torrent of other curses that fell into tearless sobs.

Sarah finally kicked her opponent off, still gasping, as she let go of the other woman’s labia.  Rose fell back, curling into a ball with her hands down at her throbbing pussy, gasping in pain.  “YOU BITCH!”  She wailed.

“FUCK YOU!”  Sarah shot back as they separated, though her own voice came out a bit rough from the chokehold.

They both took about thirty seconds to recover, doing no more after those few words but to gasp and moan.

Finally, Rose rolled herself over onto all fours, glaring daggers at Sarah, who did the same.  Neither woman wanted to stand yet, but still wanted more than anything to get back at the other.  And so, they crawled across the distance, like prowling animals.  Slowly, deliberately.

“Oh…you want an actual ‘cat fight’ huh slut?”  Sarah smirked as they actually began to circle on their hands and knees.

“Meow, cxnt.” Rose growled, and shot a hand out, actually scratching at Sarah’s neck.  The MFC was clear that nails could not be long or pointed, but had to be neatly trimmed.  But Sarah still let out a cry as even her opponent’s short nails left four furrows along the side of her neck, complete with sharp burning pain.  She retaliated with a swipe of her own that slashed down the side of Rose’s left breast, causing her to hiss.

Then they lunged, latching onto each other like actual brawling cats.  Their legs tangled as their bodies slammed together.  Nails found sides, backs, necks, breasts, stomachs, and buttocks.  There were no blows as they rolled over one another, only slashing and digging fingers as they tumbled, howling, hissing and crying out with every slash.  Shallow scratches and angry raised welts appeared and burned like hell fire over their whole bodies.  And then teeth found their way into the battle as Rose latched onto Sarah’s shoulder, and Sarah took Rose’s bicep in her teeth.  They both let out muffled WAILS as they bit down, both of them beginning to break skin.  Their rolling slowed, then stopped with Sarah slowly finding herself in a sort of top position, though it was more sideways with Sarah slightly leaning over Rose.  Their hips were aligned, and both women were actually crying real tears by this point, their sobs muffled in their opponent’s flesh.

In their tangled position, the women’s legs were scissored together, their sexes only half an inch apart.  And then, Sarah felt Rose slowly, maybe involuntarily push her pussy up into her own with a clear and slow upward thrust.  Sarah shivered even as she felt her tears fall down her cheeks, Roses falling onto her shoulder.

She responded by slowly pressing back down with an undulating push of her own.  She felt her opponent shiver under her as well.

And then, with a gasp, their teeth unclamped, and the two of them found their mouths locked together fiercely as they began to openly thrust their sexes together.

Rose tasted a hint of familiar peppermint on Sarah’s breath as her tongue thrust down her throat, only to be shoved back by Sarah’s own.  This was no sensual embrace.  It was a contest of absolute domination.  They didn’t just kiss, or wrestle with their tongues.  They bit lips, and tried to violate each others mouths as their sexes did their own battle, thrusting, pushing and slamming into each other.

Their nails sprang back into action, resuming their slashing and digging attacks all over each other.  They broke their battle at the mouth and both grabbed each other by the back of the head with one hand, CRUSHING their foreheads together as they glared pure unfiltered HATRED into each other’s eyes.

They continued to trib, pussies both soaking wet.

“Let me make this clear.”  Sarah gasped through gritted teeth.  “I am not going to make you cum again.  I’m going to use your worn out cxnt to get myself off before I finish you.”

“Oh fuck you.  You know you’re just jealous.”  Rose retorted.  Their second hand found each other’s butt and dug nails in, using it as leverage as they both thrust and pushed.  Both women started to gasp and groan, but their looks of vitriol never wavered.

“I’m so fucking close.”  Sarah growled, feeling a shiver through her body.  “I’d guess you’re hurting too much to get off huh?”

“And I’m going to get you back for that once I’m done using you as a fucking cum rag.” Rose spat back.

As it turned out, neither was destined to come out on top of this contest.  Both women suddenly shuddered…and then screamed in triumph as their sexes exploded against each other.  They thrust harder and harder for several seconds until they finally began to slow, still glaring at each other as they climaxed and came down.

They finally ground to a gasping, moaning stop…staring hard at each other for a long moment.

“Let’s finish this…” Rose finally said, breaking the silence.

“Agreed.” Sarah breathed back.

The two women slowly untangled, leaving slick spots of cum and sweat where they had just finished their sexual duel.  They rose to their feet, shakily.

Slowly, they fell into each other, arms wrapping into a standing grapple.  They pushed, shaky and weak, admiring the bruises, scratches, and angry red and purple skin they had left all over each other.

Hands loosened occasionally to deliver a weak punch to the side of each other’s heads, rocking each other back and forth, but their weak bodies couldn’t deliver a knock out blow.  But again, both fighters began to quietly cry as the punches and sheer effort of will drove them to their limits.

Quiet pleas of “give up already” came from both women, both falling on deaf ears.

They stared into each other’s tear streaked face as they struggled.

And then the unthinkable happened.

Rose moved her foot backward, planting, ready to throw a devastating knee.  Sarah saw it coming but knew there was nothing she could do to stop it now with her arms tangled up.

And where Rose’s foot planted, her ankle twisted, slipping in the very slick puddle of their mutual discharge from just minutes ago.

She yelped, slipping and falling forward into Sarah.  Sarah for her part, stepped back just in time to let Rose fall flat onto her chest on the mats.  She saw Rose struggle to jump up, but felt a surge of anticipation.  This was it!

She pounced, letting her entire weight fall onto Rose’s back.  The pink masked girl let out a strangled whoosh of air and her head arched off the floor.

And Sarah grabbed her chance.  Locking her fingers under Rose’s chin, she pulled back, her bare butt planted firmly on Rose’s lower back.

Rose yelled, sobbing openly as her back erupted into sheer agony.

“NOOOO!”  She cried, shaking hands scrabbling at Sarah’s grip.  “GOD MY FUCKING BAAAAACK!”

Sarah didn’t let up, only increasing the pressure even more.  Rose’s screaming reduced to a strained whimper as her chest was stretched, straining her lungs along with her spine.

“Say it….”  Sarah growled in her ear.  “SAY IT!”

“F-FUCK…YOU!”  Rose wailed loudly, begging internally for the assault to stop.  Her hands probed for anything she could reasonably attack.  She couldn’t reach much in this position, and she was starting to feel the hopelessness of the situation.

Sarah let out a frustrated shout, through her teeth as she roughly let go of Rose.  She lay her body down over Rose’s, her own exhaustion really getting the better of her now.  She finally felt herself slowly rolled over onto her back as Rose weakly heaved over, leaving them laying side by side on their backs.

“Why…won’t you…fucking…give?” Sarah said weakly as she slowly rose to her knees.

Rose mimicked her, pulling herself painfully into a kneeling position as well.  “Why…won’t…you?”

With a groan the women once again came together in a grappling position.  This time with only one arm on each other’s forearm.

Rose slugged, as hard as she could with her free hand at Sarah’s cheek.  Sarah let out a sob as her head rocked to the side, but followed with a blow back at Rose’s right breast.  The women traded slow, hard hits back and forth, to the face, the head, the breast, the ribs, the stomach, changing targets each time as they went back and forth, defense completely abandoned.

Then Rose moved down, her hand catching a handful of Sarah’s thick pubic hairs and YANKED.

“AAAGGHHHH!!!”  Sarah cried, her stance on her knees immediately buckling as she folded in on herself.  The pain was IMMENSE.  And Rose was ruthless.  She was tearing hair loose in small handfuls, then returning for more.  Sarah was bawling, thrashing and screaming as Rose placed herself on top of her opponent, legs again pinning her shoulders.  This time, she was facing Sarah’s legs.

“OH GOD STOP ITTTT!”  She cried out.

“THEN GIVE, YOU STUBBORN cxnt!”  Rose wailed back as she clawed and raked her opponent’s pussy, tearing clumps of hair from it as she went.

And Sarah almost did.  She felt herself yearning to say the words.  To scream them.

Then Rose leaned down a fraction of an inch over her, her exhaustion catching up to her as well.  A half second’s opportunity.  Maybe less.  But she had to try.  As Rose bowed over just a bit more, she jerked her weight upward.  Rose gasped as she slipped, going forward a few more inches.

Sarah jerked her knee upward.

And smashed it right into the pink masked girls forehead.

Rose gave little more than a startled yipping noise as her head lolled a bit.  Her vision went black for a fraction of a second as her entire body went numb.  But she was still very conscious.  She knew because she could feel the explosion of pain as she slumped, stunned, onto her back.  She groaned, vaguely aware that her opponent was physically moving her.  When her entire body left the mat, she jerked and became fully aware of the situation.

With the last bit of the strength she had, Sarah had lifted her opponent up and onto her shoulders and stood, knees shaking like a tree under hurricane force winds.  Rose’s spine folded over her.

She growled as she LATCHED her nails into Rose’s sex again, the other hand taking her throat.  She squeezed down on it and used the two leverage points to begin to bend her over backward.  A perfect backbreaker.

Rose sobbed.  She would have screamed if not for the hand on her throat.  Her back felt like it would snap in half, and her pussy felt like it was being torn out from the inside.  She wasn’t sure which pain was worse.

“It’s….over…” Sarah snarled as she jerked down on the hold.  She could feel the cry of agony catch in Rose’s throat under her hand.  Only a strangled gurgling noise escaping.  She considered letting go.  Letting her opponent have a chance to say the words.  But no.  She would NOT give her another chance to come back.

“Tap me when you’re fucking done.  Or I’m going to make this VERY HARD on you.”

She bent further, shocked at the resilience of the younger fighter.  She clawed into her sex, doubled down on the chokehold.

“Just so you know.  That was EVERYTHING I wanted in this fight.  You’re a tough little cxnt and a damn good fuck for that matter.  But it’s DONE.  Don’t make me hurt you to prove a point.”

Rose felt the silent tears roll down her face as she silently gasped and sobbed, unable to breathe or make a sound.  God damn it she couldn’t even fight back.  And the agony.  For FUCK’S SAKE the AGONY.  She felt a dangerous straining in one of her muscles in her back.  Could almost hear it coming to the tearing point.  She lifted a weak hand, about to tap Sarah on the arm in submission.  It never made it.  A sense of rushing blood filled her head and she saw the arm drop limp just as her vision went black.

Sarah cried out in sheer RELIEF as Rose’s body went limp, tensions going out of all of her muscles at once.

She immediately but very very slowly loosened her back breaker.  Doing it too fast could cause injury.  Her hand loosened on her opponent’s throat and stopped assaulting her smooth sex.  With an almost tender, very careful movement, she lowered her unconscious opponent to the floor.

She straddled Rose’s waist and waited, looking down at her beaten opponent. 

“Come on bitch, I want you awake for this.” She smirked to herself.

It only took a few more seconds for Rose to gasp loudly, her eyes popping open wide in shock.  She thrashed for only a moment, but Sarah just grinned down at her.

“Fuck.”  Rose whimpered, slamming her fist onto the mat almost petulantly.

“Yeah.”  Sarah said with a triumphant and wicked grin.  “Fuck.”

She reached down and cupped her hands on her beaten opponent’s face, almost tenderly and lifted her head from the mat.  “You know…I normally make my losers look at the camera when I take their mask.  But you put up a damn good fight especially for a newbie.  “So I’m going to let you look at me while I do it.”

Rose only trembled, her body shaking from pain, exhaustion and nerves.  “Just do it then.”

Sarah was slow, meticulous as she unlaced the mask at the back.  Once the laces were loose, she looked down at Rose again, holding the mask in place.

“I want you to remember this.  How I took this from you.  But I don’t want you giving up.  I wanna see you back on the app again soon.  Got it?”

Rose only nodded, feeling both dejected and oddly comforted.

Then Sarah grabbed the top of the mask, and with a triumphant laugh, jerked it off of her opponent’s face.


The atmosphere between them snapped almost immediately.  Sarah’s mischievous grin immediately changed to a look of abject horror.  She immediately launched herself backward, off of her daughter’s naked body.

Her DAUGHTER

“Oh god!  Oh GOD NO!”  Sarah covered her mouth as she began to tremble.

“Hey, what the fuck?!”  Rose propped herself up on her elbows, an offended look crossing her face.  “What’s that fucking about?  You get off on insulting your opponents like that?”

“No…no no no.”  Sarah shook her head in disbelief.  “Rose oh my GOD, baby no.”

And it was there.  A cold, COLD sensation flooded Rose at that sentence.  It was the way she said “baby” that did it.  Her stomach lurched.  But she needed to know for sure.  It wasn’t possible.  It couldn’t be.

But slowly, with fumbling fingers, the Tiffany blue mask began to be undone, and then slowly came off.

“Ohhhh fuck….ohhhhh fuck.”  Rose felt the blood drain from her face, sure she was going to be sick as she stared back into the horrified face of her own mother.

“That’s not…this isn’t….MOM?!”

For a while, the women stared at each other, panicked breaths coming in waves and gasps.

They didn’t speak.  Only took in the damage they had done to each other.  Both of their eyes flicked to the streaks of sweat and discharge they had left across the mats.

“You didn’t tell me you were….”  Rose trailed off.

“Neither did you…” Sarah shook her head.  “Oh my god baby I’m so sorry.  I…Jesus Christ why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Well, I could ask you the same thing!”  Rose retorted.  For one fleeting, half insane second, she actually worried that her mom might ground her.  As if that was anywhere NEAR the biggest of her worries.

“I…well when you went to school I…needed…something…to…”. Sarah trailed off.

“Yeah…me too.”  Rose sighed.  “I’ve been…in a fight club at school and one of the girls told me about…”. She trailed off, gesturing widely at the mat room.

“Should we um…talk about this?”  Sarah asked.

“Oh god let’s not.”  Rose said, shaking her head vigorously.  “Not yet anyway.”

Sarah nodded.  “You know.  That REALLY was THE best fight I think I’ve ever had.” She laughed a little nervously.

Rose gave a small chuckle of her own.  “No kidding.  Jesus fuck, mom.  I never knew you could throw down like that.”

“Just…tell me this.  Are you staying in the MFC while you’re home?”  Sarah asked.

Rose didn’t answer for a while.  Her knees were now tucked up to her chest, chin resting on them.

“Would it bother you if I did?”

Sarah sighed.  “You’re a grown woman honey.  I’d be…nervous.  But you just proved you can obviously handle it just fine.”  She gave a small smile. 

They fell into silence.  Neither one of them acknowledging the very awkward but no less true fact that not only had it been an incredible fight, but that they had given each other the most intense orgasms either of them had ever experienced.

“Um….im gonna guess a rematch is a no go then?”  Rose laughed, working to dispel the tension.  “Because I REALLY liked that mask.”

Sarah gave an earnest laugh in return.  “Oh I’ll buy you your next mask honey don’t worry about it.  Least I can do after…”

“Kicking my fucking ass?”  Rose grinned.

Sarah bellowed with laughter then.  The tension finally dispelled.  “Yeah.  That.”

And as the two women gathered themselves up to go to their separate hospitality rooms to get dressed and head home for the night…something itched very slightly at the back of both of their minds.

Sarah…hadn’t exactly said “no” to the question of a rematch.

This was going to be a summer to remember indeed.