[BadTasha]

Making our respective poll fight debuts, we're locking horns to see just who is savage enough to KO the other in a kickboxing fight!

Do I spoil Tia's party, putting the gorgeous and equally toned blonde out? Or does she add another victim to her list of terrorized opponents?

What’s at stake? Pride. Dominance. The thrill of watching one woman forced to submit – sweaty, breathless, beaten not just physically, but psychologically. One will walk out victorious. The other? Crawling, humiliated, utterly conquered.

Who's it going to be?

BadTasha
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TiaStillTerrorizes
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=85801

[Alix_Fights]

As much as I'd like to see the gloves come off and Tasha and Tia get in each others hair and catfight, I know Tia, and this won't happen. I'm for team Tia: she's focused and a tigress.  Go Tia!!

[marief]

too bad for cute tia, tasha will win

[TiaStillTerrorizes]

THE KO LOUNGE - FOXY FIGHT NIGHT


I glance at the neon sign for the club in the locker room one last time, then slide my hands into my gloves and check myself in the mirror. Pink gloves. Pink shorts. Pink footwraps. Even a pink mouthpiece. What can I say, I like a little glamour. Turning to the slide as I admire my slim and toned body, with just enough T&A to remind everyone why this is "foxy."


I stride toward the staging area just as the announcer's voice booms through the club.


"Making her debut in the KO Lounge at the ripe age of 21, coming in from the EAST COAST at 5'3 and 113 pounds—she's a terror, she's tiny, and she's TIAAAAAA!"


The second the curtains part, the crowd’s noise and the thick, damp club air hit me like a truck. My heart pounds, syncing with whatever club remix trash the DJ throws on. I inhale deep, then step forward. Excitement, adrenaline, and the sheer thrill of the spotlight fuel my every move. I in walk like I was born for this.


The lights catch the shine of my outfit, and eyes lock onto me from every angle. I keep my chin high and smile... mostly for myself, not the ogling crowd.


I toss a wave to a few of the “fans” near the front. But I know they’d cheer for any girl dressed like this. But I shake that thought off.


I reach the ring apron and drop into a clean, smooth split, letting my body do the talking. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, which should be filling me with confidence but instead has me blushing. Remembering what the promoter said about connecting with the audience, I flex my arms and blow a kiss to a cute girl leaning close to the ring. I'm sure she's gonna remember tonight. Hopefully I will too. Finishing up my little routine, I bounce lightly in my split pose before popping back up and raising my arm to the air. I settle into my corner, legs loose, eyes alert.


Eagerly waiting for my opponent. I don't even have a clue of who she is yet, all I know is that this is her debut too. My heart is still pounding, but it feels good now. The adrenaline is more like fuel than fear. I'm not just her to win. I'm here to own every second of this fight.

[BadTasha]

THE KO LOUNGE - FOXY FIGHT NIGHT


I glance at the neon sign for the club in the locker room one last time, then slide my hands into my gloves and check myself in the mirror. Pink gloves. Pink shorts. Pink footwraps. Even a pink mouthpiece. What can I say, I like a little glamour. Turning to the slide as I admire my slim and toned body, with just enough T&A to remind everyone why this is "foxy."


I stride toward the staging area just as the announcer's voice booms through the club.


"Making her debut in the KO Lounge at the ripe age of 21, coming in from the EAST COAST at 5'3 and 113 pounds—she's a terror, she's tiny, and she's TIAAAAAA!"


The second the curtains part, the crowd’s noise and the thick, damp club air hit me like a truck. My heart pounds, syncing with whatever club remix trash the DJ throws on. I inhale deep, then step forward. Excitement, adrenaline, and the sheer thrill of the spotlight fuel my every move. I in walk like I was born for this.


The lights catch the shine of my outfit, and eyes lock onto me from every angle. I keep my chin high and smile... mostly for myself, not the ogling crowd.


I toss a wave to a few of the “fans” near the front. But I know they’d cheer for any girl dressed like this. But I shake that thought off.


I reach the ring apron and drop into a clean, smooth split, letting my body do the talking. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, which should be filling me with confidence but instead has me blushing. Remembering what the promoter said about connecting with the audience, I flex my arms and blow a kiss to a cute girl leaning close to the ring. I'm sure she's gonna remember tonight. Hopefully I will too. Finishing up my little routine, I bounce lightly in my split pose before popping back up and raising my arm to the air. I settle into my corner, legs loose, eyes alert.


Eagerly waiting for my opponent. I don't even have a clue of who she is yet, all I know is that this is her debut too. My heart is still pounding, but it feels good now. The adrenaline is more like fuel than fear. I'm not just her to win. I'm here to own every second of this fight.

We've waited long enough for our debuts. As the electric crowd gets up for you, I finally know who I am facing. And you get to know next. I bounce on my feet, wearing nothing but a pair of black and white shorts, and matching gloves. My hair is blow dried, and if I told anyone where I was actually going, they would laugh me out of the room.

"And her opponent, looking grand even at 35. The seductive gladiatrix, she's bad, she's bent on conquering, at 5'7" and 120lbs. Iiiiiit's TASHA"

I walk out next with a broad smile on my face. My brunette mane bouncing as I wave to the crowd. Spinning, dancing around on my heels as I make my way to the ring apron myself. My entrance a lot less glamorous, but a lot more calm and demure. Playing at your mind, tugging at your heart strings with a little twirl from my corner, and a wink.

"I have a party to get to after this, so you are NOT ruining my make-up or hair before that!" I confidently coo. Eager to play not just the physical side of the fight, but also the mental

[TiaStillTerrorizes]

THE KO LOUNGE - FOXY FIGHT NIGHT


I glance at the neon sign for the club in the locker room one last time, then slide my hands into my gloves and check myself in the mirror. Pink gloves. Pink shorts. Pink footwraps. Even a pink mouthpiece. What can I say, I like a little glamour. Turning to the slide as I admire my slim and toned body, with just enough T&A to remind everyone why this is "foxy."


I stride toward the staging area just as the announcer's voice booms through the club.


"Making her debut in the KO Lounge at the ripe age of 21, coming in from the EAST COAST at 5'3 and 113 pounds—she's a terror, she's tiny, and she's TIAAAAAA!"


The second the curtains part, the crowd’s noise and the thick, damp club air hit me like a truck. My heart pounds, syncing with whatever club remix trash the DJ throws on. I inhale deep, then step forward. Excitement, adrenaline, and the sheer thrill of the spotlight fuel my every move. I in walk like I was born for this.


The lights catch the shine of my outfit, and eyes lock onto me from every angle. I keep my chin high and smile... mostly for myself, not the ogling crowd.


I toss a wave to a few of the “fans” near the front. But I know they’d cheer for any girl dressed like this. But I shake that thought off.


I reach the ring apron and drop into a clean, smooth split, letting my body do the talking. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, which should be filling me with confidence but instead has me blushing. Remembering what the promoter said about connecting with the audience, I flex my arms and blow a kiss to a cute girl leaning close to the ring. I'm sure she's gonna remember tonight. Hopefully I will too. Finishing up my little routine, I bounce lightly in my split pose before popping back up and raising my arm to the air. I settle into my corner, legs loose, eyes alert.


Eagerly waiting for my opponent. I don't even have a clue of who she is yet, all I know is that this is her debut too. My heart is still pounding, but it feels good now. The adrenaline is more like fuel than fear. I'm not just her to win. I'm here to own every second of this fight.

We've waited long enough for our debuts. As the electric crowd gets up for you, I finally know who I am facing. And you get to know next. I bounce on my feet, wearing nothing but a pair of black and white shorts, and matching gloves. My hair is blow dried, and if I told anyone where I was actually going, they would laugh me out of the room.

"And her opponent, looking grand even at 35. The seductive gladiatrix, she's bad, she's bent on conquering, at 5'7" and 120lbs. Iiiiiit's TASHA"

I walk out next with a broad smile on my face. My brunette mane bouncing as I wave to the crowd. Spinning, dancing around on my heels as I make my way to the ring apron myself. My entrance a lot less glamorous, but a lot more calm and demure. Playing at your mind, tugging at your heart strings with a little twirl from my corner, and a wink.

"I have a party to get to after this, so you are NOT ruining my make-up or hair before that!" I confidently coo. Eager to play not just the physical side of the fight, but also the mental

I hear the name "Tasha" and watch as she steps out. She's taller than I expected. And a bit too confident for my taste. The crowd eats it up as she smiles and waves, strutting in like she's the champ. Her energy is already getting under my skin.


Her little remark makes me roll my eyes, but secretly I feel my chest tighten. She’s not nervous at all. Meanwhile, my stomach is doing flips. I try to shake it off. I didn't train to just look cute out here.


The ref signals us to come to the center to explain the "rules" - or whatever is left of them in a match like this. I march out fast, heart pounding. The lights in the club feel like a hundred suns shining on me at this point. Face to face with this Tasha chick... I can't even think of something to say as her tits and mine just barely touch. She is grinning through a black mouthpiece and beating her gloves together. And that smell! Who puts on perfume before kickboxing... but she is intoxicating. Meanwhile, I try to keep a cool and calm appearance. Trying to ignore her as I raise my arm into the air and wave to the crowd once more, trying to get the audience on my side before we get to business in the ring. Some shouts of TIA! come out, giving me a bit of a needed confidence boost.

"Hear that? Sounds like they already know who they want the winner to be!" I giggle as I gently brush my nipples against her bronzed chest. 

[Annfight01]

I'm for Tia. If she's not too playful, Tia will win too.

[Ameliabor]

My vote goes for Tasha this time.

[BadTasha]

THE KO LOUNGE - FOXY FIGHT NIGHT


I glance at the neon sign for the club in the locker room one last time, then slide my hands into my gloves and check myself in the mirror. Pink gloves. Pink shorts. Pink footwraps. Even a pink mouthpiece. What can I say, I like a little glamour. Turning to the slide as I admire my slim and toned body, with just enough T&A to remind everyone why this is "foxy."


I stride toward the staging area just as the announcer's voice booms through the club.


"Making her debut in the KO Lounge at the ripe age of 21, coming in from the EAST COAST at 5'3 and 113 pounds—she's a terror, she's tiny, and she's TIAAAAAA!"


The second the curtains part, the crowd’s noise and the thick, damp club air hit me like a truck. My heart pounds, syncing with whatever club remix trash the DJ throws on. I inhale deep, then step forward. Excitement, adrenaline, and the sheer thrill of the spotlight fuel my every move. I in walk like I was born for this.


The lights catch the shine of my outfit, and eyes lock onto me from every angle. I keep my chin high and smile... mostly for myself, not the ogling crowd.


I toss a wave to a few of the “fans” near the front. But I know they’d cheer for any girl dressed like this. But I shake that thought off.


I reach the ring apron and drop into a clean, smooth split, letting my body do the talking. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, which should be filling me with confidence but instead has me blushing. Remembering what the promoter said about connecting with the audience, I flex my arms and blow a kiss to a cute girl leaning close to the ring. I'm sure she's gonna remember tonight. Hopefully I will too. Finishing up my little routine, I bounce lightly in my split pose before popping back up and raising my arm to the air. I settle into my corner, legs loose, eyes alert.


Eagerly waiting for my opponent. I don't even have a clue of who she is yet, all I know is that this is her debut too. My heart is still pounding, but it feels good now. The adrenaline is more like fuel than fear. I'm not just her to win. I'm here to own every second of this fight.

We've waited long enough for our debuts. As the electric crowd gets up for you, I finally know who I am facing. And you get to know next. I bounce on my feet, wearing nothing but a pair of black and white shorts, and matching gloves. My hair is blow dried, and if I told anyone where I was actually going, they would laugh me out of the room.

"And her opponent, looking grand even at 35. The seductive gladiatrix, she's bad, she's bent on conquering, at 5'7" and 120lbs. Iiiiiit's TASHA"

I walk out next with a broad smile on my face. My brunette mane bouncing as I wave to the crowd. Spinning, dancing around on my heels as I make my way to the ring apron myself. My entrance a lot less glamorous, but a lot more calm and demure. Playing at your mind, tugging at your heart strings with a little twirl from my corner, and a wink.

"I have a party to get to after this, so you are NOT ruining my make-up or hair before that!" I confidently coo. Eager to play not just the physical side of the fight, but also the mental

I hear the name "Tasha" and watch as she steps out. She's taller than I expected. And a bit too confident for my taste. The crowd eats it up as she smiles and waves, strutting in like she's the champ. Her energy is already getting under my skin.


Her little remark makes me roll my eyes, but secretly I feel my chest tighten. She’s not nervous at all. Meanwhile, my stomach is doing flips. I try to shake it off. I didn't train to just look cute out here.


The ref signals us to come to the center to explain the "rules" - or whatever is left of them in a match like this. I march out fast, heart pounding. The lights in the club feel like a hundred suns shining on me at this point. Face to face with this Tasha chick... I can't even think of something to say as her tits and mine just barely touch. She is grinning through a black mouthpiece and beating her gloves together. And that smell! Who puts on perfume before kickboxing... but she is intoxicating. Meanwhile, I try to keep a cool and calm appearance. Trying to ignore her as I raise my arm into the air and wave to the crowd once more, trying to get the audience on my side before we get to business in the ring. Some shouts of TIA! come out, giving me a bit of a needed confidence boost.

"Hear that? Sounds like they already know who they want the winner to be!" I giggle as I gently brush my nipples against her bronzed chest.

Our tits brush together, and I can feel some static building up on the ends of our nipples. You're a little lost at first. Is it the blow-dried hair? The perfume? The fact that I look unfazed by you or the far and apart chants of TIA in the background? I can't say for sure, but they're all bound to come together and make spaghetti out of your head.

"The crowd doesn't know what they want until they get to see what they came here to see..." I flash you a wink. The ref ushers us back so as to start the fight, but I take the chance to shove your left shoulder and hold my ground. Grinning at you as the crowd erupts. "I'm going to enjoy seeing you crash to the canvas tonight, and taking your pretty little shorts, blondie!"

[TiaStillTerrorizes]

THE KO LOUNGE - FOXY FIGHT NIGHT


I glance at the neon sign for the club in the locker room one last time, then slide my hands into my gloves and check myself in the mirror. Pink gloves. Pink shorts. Pink footwraps. Even a pink mouthpiece. What can I say, I like a little glamour. Turning to the slide as I admire my slim and toned body, with just enough T&A to remind everyone why this is "foxy."


I stride toward the staging area just as the announcer's voice booms through the club.


"Making her debut in the KO Lounge at the ripe age of 21, coming in from the EAST COAST at 5'3 and 113 pounds—she's a terror, she's tiny, and she's TIAAAAAA!"


The second the curtains part, the crowd’s noise and the thick, damp club air hit me like a truck. My heart pounds, syncing with whatever club remix trash the DJ throws on. I inhale deep, then step forward. Excitement, adrenaline, and the sheer thrill of the spotlight fuel my every move. I in walk like I was born for this.


The lights catch the shine of my outfit, and eyes lock onto me from every angle. I keep my chin high and smile... mostly for myself, not the ogling crowd.


I toss a wave to a few of the “fans” near the front. But I know they’d cheer for any girl dressed like this. But I shake that thought off.


I reach the ring apron and drop into a clean, smooth split, letting my body do the talking. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, which should be filling me with confidence but instead has me blushing. Remembering what the promoter said about connecting with the audience, I flex my arms and blow a kiss to a cute girl leaning close to the ring. I'm sure she's gonna remember tonight. Hopefully I will too. Finishing up my little routine, I bounce lightly in my split pose before popping back up and raising my arm to the air. I settle into my corner, legs loose, eyes alert.


Eagerly waiting for my opponent. I don't even have a clue of who she is yet, all I know is that this is her debut too. My heart is still pounding, but it feels good now. The adrenaline is more like fuel than fear. I'm not just her to win. I'm here to own every second of this fight.

We've waited long enough for our debuts. As the electric crowd gets up for you, I finally know who I am facing. And you get to know next. I bounce on my feet, wearing nothing but a pair of black and white shorts, and matching gloves. My hair is blow dried, and if I told anyone where I was actually going, they would laugh me out of the room.

"And her opponent, looking grand even at 35. The seductive gladiatrix, she's bad, she's bent on conquering, at 5'7" and 120lbs. Iiiiiit's TASHA"

I walk out next with a broad smile on my face. My brunette mane bouncing as I wave to the crowd. Spinning, dancing around on my heels as I make my way to the ring apron myself. My entrance a lot less glamorous, but a lot more calm and demure. Playing at your mind, tugging at your heart strings with a little twirl from my corner, and a wink.

"I have a party to get to after this, so you are NOT ruining my make-up or hair before that!" I confidently coo. Eager to play not just the physical side of the fight, but also the mental

I hear the name "Tasha" and watch as she steps out. She's taller than I expected. And a bit too confident for my taste. The crowd eats it up as she smiles and waves, strutting in like she's the champ. Her energy is already getting under my skin.


Her little remark makes me roll my eyes, but secretly I feel my chest tighten. She’s not nervous at all. Meanwhile, my stomach is doing flips. I try to shake it off. I didn't train to just look cute out here.


The ref signals us to come to the center to explain the "rules" - or whatever is left of them in a match like this. I march out fast, heart pounding. The lights in the club feel like a hundred suns shining on me at this point. Face to face with this Tasha chick... I can't even think of something to say as her tits and mine just barely touch. She is grinning through a black mouthpiece and beating her gloves together. And that smell! Who puts on perfume before kickboxing... but she is intoxicating. Meanwhile, I try to keep a cool and calm appearance. Trying to ignore her as I raise my arm into the air and wave to the crowd once more, trying to get the audience on my side before we get to business in the ring. Some shouts of TIA! come out, giving me a bit of a needed confidence boost.

"Hear that? Sounds like they already know who they want the winner to be!" I giggle as I gently brush my nipples against her bronzed chest.

Our tits brush together, and I can feel some static building up on the ends of our nipples. You're a little lost at first. Is it the blow-dried hair? The perfume? The fact that I look unfazed by you or the far and apart chants of TIA in the background? I can't say for sure, but they're all bound to come together and make spaghetti out of your head.

"The crowd doesn't know what they want until they get to see what they came here to see..." I flash you a wink. The ref ushers us back so as to start the fight, but I take the chance to shove your left shoulder and hold my ground. Grinning at you as the crowd erupts. "I'm going to enjoy seeing you crash to the canvas tonight, and taking your pretty little shorts, blondie!"

That shove was the wrong move. I spin to catch my balance and give a sarcastic smile like it didn’t shake me, but my face is burning. You wanna start something? Fine. Giving the crowd one last wave as I prepare for the night of my life.


The bell rings. No more talk, and no more playing with this old hag.


I shoot out of my corner fast, my feet feeling like they are barely touching the canvas. Testing with a few jabs to see what she's made of and how fare she is... She’s got reach. Long arms, long legs. She could keep me at bay all night if I play this dumb.


Meanwhile she is treating this like a game. A sly smirk on her face, guard low, looking like she's more interested in seeing how hard I punch than an actual fight.


I fake left and swing a quick roundhouse into her thigh. My foot smacks her leg hard. She shifts back a little, not much, but enough.


“You feel that?” I say coyly, already back out of range.


I circle again, moving fast. My legs stay loose. My gloves up. Bouncing all around her when I fake another punch and teep her right in the tit. Now I'm in range of her but it felt so good to feel my foot press into her bronzed chest. I see her face contort as I taunt "Ooooh, you definitely felt that!" Trying to backup out of range before I feel something myself.