After slamming Monica into the wall a couple of times and added to that ramming my shoulder into her gut i stand back to admire what i did. She slumps to the floor and i finally think i've got her now. But no, this bitch is either stubborn or stupid, she starts to get back to her feet. Wobbly for sure, looking beaten up, scratches down her face, bald patches on her scalp. Truth be told i prolly don't look any better. I rest my hands on my thighs as i lean forwards, i'm trying hard to suck in some air to my lungs. I'm bathed in sweat, my body hurts in places i didn't realise i had places that could hurt. I glare across the room at her, the bitch has removed her panties to wipe the blood from her face. She's stood there stark naked. My thong is now lil more than a ragged piece of string so i'm not adverse to easing it off my hips and stepping out of it as it drops to the floor.
I'm not sure if Carlos would want either of us in this state but that's not the point now. This is about stopping the other from getting Carlos. Another woman may step in while we are fighting. Rumour was that a bitch called Nicole was looking at making a move in his direction, i'm sure though she wouldn't be so stupid as doing that would see her having to fight either Monica or myself. Back to the matter in hand, we stand facing each other, both naked, both beat up, bruised, worn out. I thought i could beat Monica without too many problems, turns out i underestimated her. Now she's naked i can see just how well she's built. Strong thighs, biceps that suggest she isn't a stranger to weights in the gym. A body that curves in all the right places, if i was that way inclined i could fight Carlos for her.
We start to slowly circle again, dragging our weary bodies around the room...and then we both snarl in unison and attack each other, this is going to be the final chapter, who will win, who will get defeated. Our claws sink into each others hair and we start to scream insults and throw each other around by the hair.
