Broken Promise : It’s a rupture in the most private place you keep guarded, a vow that felt like skin-to-skin trust, now torn open. The betrayal burns hot and close, a mix of longing, fury, and the hollow ache of being seen and still abandoned. You feel exposed, almost naked inside, as if something sacred was touched and then discarded. It’s not just the promise that shattered, it’s the uninhibited act you both shared, and then agreed to keep sealed forever.
Back Story
The chlorine-scented air of the municipal pool had been the unlikely crucible where Nicole and Chelsea first forged their toxic connection. From the moment their eyes met across the turquoise water, an inexplicable animosity crackled between them—a visceral repulsion that defied explanation but demanded satisfaction. Their rivalry simmered through endless summer afternoons, each woman silently cataloging the other's perceived flaws until the tension became unbearable.
When they finally arranged their clandestine wrestling match in Chelsea's basement, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken promises and primal energy. The dimly lit space transformed into their private arena where reputations would be forged or shattered. Nicole's victory had been awarded, but not without controversy, her triumphant celebration afterward crossing an invisible line that Chelsea swore to never forget. Both women had sworn to each other, no matter the outcome, this was never to be spoken of to anyone.
Now, months later, the holiday season had draped itself across the city like expensive velvet, and fate had conspired to place them at the same glittering soiree. Chelsea had been navigating the social minefield with practiced grace until Nicole's voice cut through the ambient noise like a razor.
"...and I had her pinned in five minutes flat," Nicole was saying, her voice dripping with theatrical condescension. "She actually thought those scrawny arms could take me. The way she whimpered when I had that hold locked in..." The circle around her erupted in appreciative laughter.
Chelsea's champagne glass nearly slipped from her fingers as she processed the betrayal. Every muscle in her body coiled like a spring. She stopped and paused, her head slowly turned to confirm what her ears already knew. Pushing past a few people.
"You promised," Chelsea said, her voice dangerously low. The surrounding conversation died instantly as all eyes turned to them.
Nicole's smile faltered for just a second before she recovered, tossing her hair back with practiced insolence. "Oh, lighten up, Chels. It's just a funny story."
"You cheated," Chelsea spat, stepping closer. "You got lucky, and you know it."
"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?" Nicole's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "Maybe I should demonstrate exactly how I 'cheated' right here for everyone."
The words hung in the air for a heartbeat before Chelsea's hand shot out, latching onto Nicole's thick mane hard enough to make her stumble into a table laden with hors d'oeuvres. Nicole recovered with surprising agility, her expression shifting from shock to fury as she lunged forward, fingers twisting into Chelsea's perfectly styled hair.
The party erupted into chaos as the two women clawed at each other, expensive dresses tearing, jewelry flying, and perfectly manicured nails becoming weapons. Their bodies pressed together in a violent dance of hatred and history, each trying to dominate the other as they had in that basement months ago.
I moved quickly, positioning myself between them just as Nicole attempted to land a particularly vicious slap. My hands found their shoulders, pushing them apart with enough force to break their connection but not enough to send them sprawling.
"Not here", I said firmly, my voice cutting through the adrenaline fueled rage in their eyes. "Not like this." I continued in a hushed voice, "I have a proposal for you ladies. as I lower my hands, If you want to join me at the bar we can discuss it."
The air in the penthouse was a living thing, thick with the scent of money and expectation. A small, but very powerful and influential group of the city's most elite high rollers gather. Below, the city sprawled like a carpet of crushed diamonds, but up here, on the fortieth floor, the only world that mattered was the one I had meticulously constructed. It was a stage, and tonight, it would host a performance of the most primal kind.
My memory drifted back a month, to a garish holiday party drowning in tinsel and mediocrity. The festive cheer had been a thin veneer over the raw animosity crackling between two women: Chelsea, a coiled spring of resentment in crimson, and Nicole, a vision of predatory confidence in emerald silk. I had watched their détente shatter, the whispered promises of a private match forgotten in a public display of ego. Nicole's gloating, Chelsea's explosive fury, it was a mess. A beautiful, visceral, unrefined mess. As I'd physically stepped between them, their hands still tangled in each other's hair, I hadn't seen a catfight. I'd seen an uncut diamond, a source of raw, captivating energy that simply needed the right setting to become priceless.
Now, that setting was complete. The city's elite, the titans of industry, the discreet financiers, the arbiters of taste, milled about my living room. Each of them had paid a staggering sum for the privilege of this view, not of the skyline, but of the human drama about to unfold. They sipped hundred-year-old scotch and spoke in hushed, excited tones, their gazes flickering between the two women who held them captive.
Chelsea worked the room like a general rallying her troops before a final, desperate battle. Her scarlet gown was a slash of defiance against the muted elegance of the décor. She moved with a lean, predatory grace, her voice a low, urgent murmur as she leaned in to whisper to a shipping magnate, her hand resting possessively on the arm of a tech wunderkind. She wasn't just seeking support; she was stoking the fires of their investment, promising them a spectacle of righteous vengeance.
Across the expanse of polished marble, Nicole was the embodiment of effortless grace. Her emerald dress clung to her curves, a liquid second skin that shimmered with every confident step. Her laughter was the most compelling sound in the room, a melody of pure, unadulterated arrogance. She held court not with desperation, but with the serene assurance of a queen who knows her crown is secure. She would catch Chelsea's eye, offering a slow, deliberate smirk—a silent, devastating reminder of their last encounter.
I observed them from the mezzanine, the architect of their glorious downfall and potential redemption. They were perfect. Two sides of the same coin, forged in the same fire of mutual hatred, each believing herself to be the righteous one. They had poured their vanity, their pride, and their entire public personas into this night. They had spared nothing.
As the grandfather clock in the hall began to chime the hour, a hush fell over the room. I descended the grand staircase, my footfalls silent on the plush runner. Every eye turned to me. I let the silence build, a tangible pressure in the air, before I spoke.
Ladies and gentlemen, I began, my voice resonating with calm authority.
Thank you for your faith in this entertainment. I gestured lazily with my crystal tumbler towards the two women, who now stood frozen, their posturing forgotten.
You have heard the arguments. You have placed your bets. But all of that was merely the prelude. I smiled, a slow, sharp curve of my lips.
The debt is now due. Let the main event begin. Nicole & Chelsea retreated to their rooms to ready themselves for their battle. I pause for effect as we listen intently to the sounds of their heels clicking on the marble floors like staccato snaps of a snare drum. We hear the closing of 1 door, then the second. My voice cuts through the silence,
The rules are simple, both dressed in bikinis, a NHB catfight to finish where 1 woman cries out her submission. The winner will have a special surprise for us after she rips the submission by force from her foe's lungs.https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=68711 Chelsea
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=91109Nicole
