Reiko Hinomoto vs Dixie Clemets: Rumble Roses Catfight Story Commission

[Edududu]

Hey everyone, how have you been?

I'm really pleased to bring you a new catfight story, and this it's actually a comission. It's actually the first time I've been requested one, and also my longest story to date, which is really exciting.

As always, would love to hear your feedback if you read all the way through.

[Edududu]

Reiko Hinomoto vs Dixie Clemets: Rumble Roses Catfight Story Commission

It was not that long ago when, right in the middle of an island in the Caribbean, the Paradise Resort was having one of its most prolific days ever. After all, how could it not? The facility, created by a known philanthropist to protect the natural ecosystems from the local islands, offers anything one could want for a refreshing vacation. The complete package includes a sprawling hotel with multiple pools, access to gorgeous well-kept beaches, tours through preserved regions of forest, and a variety of activities for any kind of customer, going from bowling to bungee-jumping.

And of course, with such a tantalizing space, a high level of clientele tends to follow, something the management at Paradise counted on to keep the place running. The large waiting list of celebrities they received on a regular basis, coming from all walks of life, was enough to keep that megalomaniacal project breaking even. Alongside that, the free publicity that a large group of regulars offered with positive reviews and social media posts lured enough normal customers to give the founder the profits he needed to fulfill his vision of conservation.

However, the incident that brought that spike of visibility to the hotel we're going to cover today wasn't exactly anything on any brochure from a travel agency. In fact, it was an one-of-a-kind episode that wasn't even in any of the defined territories of the complex, albeit still with heavy involvement from the administration and two incredibly celebrated visitors. It was a violent competition that threaded the line of what was acceptable for public broadcast, while also serving as a cathartic and effusive conclusion to a lengthy jealous feud between two very different, but still equally attractive women.

Yes dear friends, we're talking about another catfight episode, and this time it's one in a very unusual setup. It was at the same time a very private affair, set in an improvised ring in one of the neighboring islands to the hotel that was in the middle of a renovation. At the same time, the battlefield was surrounded by a series of cameras, determined to turn the situation into a risque voyeuristic experience for paying fans.

What about the participants? Simply two of the star members of the Rumble Roses Wrestling Federation: the 26-year old Texan bombshell, "The Three Count Cowgirl" Dixe Clemens and the 19-year old japanese goddess, "The Zero Fighter" Reiko Hinomoto. While both used to be well-known for being honorable fighters both in and out of the ring, also harbouring a long-running friendly rivalry, you absolutely could not perceive that at all from their latest confrontation.

Both ladies were rolling around the ground in swimsuits, deeply exhausted and sweaty, while covered in bruises, scratches and welts, many in private places where only the most depraved individuals could imagine any harm being done. Their once beautiful manes were now disheveled messes, doing a good job at obscuring their angry faces, trading hateful stares. At their current state, they looked less like celebrities and more like two angry felines grunting and snarling while trying to kill each other.

And we pick up in a critical moment of that confrontation. Dixie was right in the middle of the action, having received a lot of damage, but still clearly having the upper hand. She was known for nailing the "Barbie" look, managing to remain stunning either when dolled up for a press event or when she's disheveled, beating another wrestler during a match. Her figure was also statuesque, composed of an out of this world set of natural breasts, blonde hair extending just a little bit over her shoulders and an ass firm enough to very fittingly be suited for riding any sort of wild creature.

Unfortunately, the one being "ridden" currently, pinned down to the floor by the blonde, wasn't exactly a horse, but the spunky Rei. Despite losing a fair bit in the physical department when compared to her rival, she still possessed a rocking body that would put many women to shame, proven by how long she was managing to tangle with the American and withstand her blows. One field she might have the blonde beat was in her face. Her tomboyish features managed to be at the same time delicate and determined, and were complemented by her short black hair that was frequently styled in a way that made her look like the main character in an action anime.

You might have a hard time noticing her face though, as the brunette was at the moment struggling with her larger foe's thick ass plastered upon her face, while being punched multiple times in the abdomen. She wasn't taking the punishment unilaterally though, managing to squeeze in a couple exasperated breaths during the smother. Despite being pinned to the floor, she still tried to, albeit in a very scatter shot manner, hurt the blonde back, with claw strikes to her almost exposed breasts, gnarly yanks on her longer hair and awkward punches to the face.

Even in the middle of this chaotic struggle, Dixie still managed to turn her face towards her opponent to rub salt in the wound.

"Well... I'll be damn'd gurl, yer face is now redder than the tomatoes we have back home! You doin' all right back there?", she teased with a giggle, removing her blonde hair from her face. "I do wonder what yer fans back home are thinkin' seein' you like this right now. Maybe they'll finally come to their senses and stop dolling a freak like you, huh?"

Any further attempts to rile the younger wrestler were swiftly quashed by a heavy punch to the face coming from Rei. Caught off-guard, she was knocked off the slimmer girl, giving the Japanese enough time to catch her breath and provide a "fair" response to her enemy.

"You're....the freak here...you dirty hick!", she taunted, standing to her knees menacingly. "I'm surprised that even with how much you worked on that plastic Barbie body of yours you can't remove that stink of manure from your homeland. Tell me whore, you think any of that is still some type of leftover from your ranch days? Because I doubt a dirty American like you bathes as much as a civilized woman would."

Famous for her pride over her prized physique, the taunts actually hit the American pretty hard. Fuming, she leapt back towards her enemy, and they once again grappled each other, looking for supremacy.

"YOU COCKY PIECE OF SHIT! By the time I'm through with you, no one will ever wanna look at you ever again!"

"And by the time I'm done with you, I'll destroy you so hard you won't be able to walk again, you fat hillbilly!"

Risking an interruption, if you're a fan of those ladies you might be scratching your head as to why two girls who made their living by tussling with other women were this motivated to hurt each other in a way more intimate and brutal manner than usual. Well, it's fair to say the fight was the climax of a situation that was developing over a long time, that might've started due to external circumstances, but that was intensified due to heavy feelings and resentment slung from both wrestlers.

Let's go back in time a bit, shall we?

***
The ascension of the Rumble Roses League as one of the dominant forces in the world of sports entertainment was a surprise to no one. After all, how could you really go wrong with pitting a bunch of sexy and athletic girls from all over the world in a series of matches with varied conditions? Add to that the appeal of storylines that would naturally build up along the championships and you had a perfect recipe for catching the attention of the average joe in an ever-competitive world of broadcast media.

Of course, it took more than just a good premise to generate an infinite-growth mediatic empire, and the mysterious company behind the league knew that very well from their onset. The casting process for the members of their budding federation was done with an intricate level of detail, trying to prioritize girls with a combination of characteristics that could provide the best results for the matches, be it for their athletic prowess, sex-appeal, charisma... and most importantly, the potential to provide the most compelling narrative drama. THAT was the true money-maker right there.

And that potential could be best visualized with our already mentioned pair of young rising stars Reiko and Dixie. They were chosen by the organization when they were specifically looking for a pair of rivals that would clash often, providing long-term storylines over multiple matches while building up their own personal fandoms and consequently putting butts in seats. Therefore, they needed to possess not only contrasting personalities and looks, but also a common element, something that would motivate them to face each other.

For that pair, of course, that was the legendary deceased wrestler Kamikaze Rose.

To Reiko, Rose's daughter, being a wrestler meant honoring her mother's legacy, becoming an athlete and performer worthy of the Hinomoto name. Rose passed away while Reiko was only nine years old, in a series of mysterious circumstances while fighting in America. The incident marked the young girl for life, lighting a fire in her heart to become a fighter as well, and it didn't take long for her to start training and achieving great results in Japanese wrestling tournaments. It was that reputation that got her an invitation to participate in the Rumble Roses tournament despite being a rookie. Despite the risks involved, she welcomed the change of scenery gladly, looking to become the greatest fighter in the same country her mother lost her life in.

On the other side of the world, only a couple states to the south of what would eventually become the headquarters of the Rumble Roses Federation, a young Texan farmgirl was making her mark in local wrestling. Dixie Clemets nurtured a powerful admiration for strong women, and thus her interests naturally gravitated towards watching female wrestlers going at it. Out of all of them, Kamikaze Rose was her absolute favorite, providing numerous hours of entertainment in matches even after her death. One of her most valuable treasures was even a complete collection of her matches in VHS tapes, already worn-out from so much rewinding. Having a body that could stand up to many fighters (and not just women!), Dixie quickly became embroiled in fights in her free time, be them public bouts in the town square or dirty mud scuffles at the ranch. With a profile like that, inviting her to the same tournament her idol's daughter would make her debut in was a million-dollar idea, surely providing enough drama to fill out a venue.

And work out it did, though not necessarily 100% in the way the corporation hoped. As predicted, both ladies ended up facing each other in a pivotal point of the competition, and the audience was hooked. Reiko and Dixie's first bout was outstanding, beginning with the American issuing a public challenge over the Japanese's worthiness of inheriting the Rose moniker, one which she gladly accepted. The girls went at it hard, going on for five rounds with no clear winner in sight. By the end, it had come to a judge's decision, who as previously instructed by the company, gave the win to Reiko. That decision, the higher-ups imagined, would drive Dixie to make the brunette her rival, beginning an intense (and profitable!) rivalry.

Surprisingly, that was not the case. It seemed the executives underestimated the blonde's friendly demeanor, as despite feeling deep down like she was the stronger fighter, she and her former opponent became fast friends after their match, connecting over their shared admiration for Rose. Not only that, they signed on with the company to turn into a very prolific tag-team of wrestlers, called Tequila Sunrise, becoming incredibly beloved members of the cast both as a solo and as a combined act.

After all's said and done, that sounds like a good deal, right? Well, the corporation's board didn't think so. In their minds, fanboys would come and go, especially when talking about celebrities. There was always the possibility their clients would become uninterested in those ladies specifically, or find their friendly relationship boring with time. On the other hand, the thing they were looking for in the first place, an emotionally driven drama-filled rivalry, had the potential to provide way more profits for the league. After all, constructing a storyline like this would not only keep the fans of the wrestlers engaged, but at the same time create a rift in the fanbase, something that would generate even more buzz. Fans would start pitting their girls as the favorite in the competition obsessively in and out of matches, which would in turn give corporate an incentive to keep the storyline going, and the cycle would repeat itself.

In theory, it's a fool-proof money-making machine. The main problem would be to convince the subjects in question to engage with it. Reiko and Dixie were not only great friends by this point, but were also too head-strong and stuck up in their own pride as fighters to be willing to be manipulated in that fashion, and were just happy to have simple fights against themselves or other members of the Rumble Roses League. However, the board, as per usual, was dead-set on their own ways, and wanted their plan executed by any means necessary, even if it took a miracle to convince the girls.

Fortunately, they had a miracle like that on their own doorstep, and she was called Anesthesia. The veteran of the Rumble Roses league was well-regarded for her creamy dark skin, sensual figure, dominating personality and unique showmanship that could alter between nurse and mad scientist personas in a flash. To the company, she had a way better quality than her corporate overlords: she was a "woman on the inside" through and through. As long as she got what she wanted (which fittingly for her, included resources for her twisted and depraved experiments), she'd do whatever was asked by her bosses, which included planting drama seeds and riling her colleagues up, all in the name of improving the company standing.

Thus, after a meeting that lasted half an hour and a generous payout, Anesthesia started working her magic on the two starlets. being as earnest and straight-forward as they were, it wasn't exactly the hardest process. Interacting with them alone a couple times in the break rooms of their matches with some "hot gossip" about the other girl would suffice. Both of the wrestlers knew Anesthesia had an in to the company, which would surely give any rumors she spread some valuable credence.

In one match, she told Reiko that Dixie's had been performing so well that the bosses were planning to turn Rumble Roses into a full-blown American league, with a separate, smaller venture for the foreign performers. Apparently that idea was pitched directly by Dixie during a performance review, and she even called Reiko a pathetic second-rate wrestler, who was just a stepping stone in her career. The look of shock in the Japanese woman's face upon hearing those news was short-lived, transforming just as swiftly into a hateful scowl, accompanied by a new much tenser attitude towards her "best friend".

To Dixie, the story being told was similar, but of course going the other way around. The nurse explained to the farmgirl that their bosses were planning on capitalizing on the "exotic" appeal of Asian women to bolster their lineup, in detriment to their local girls. Reiko, being related to a superstar and on her way to become one herself, was offered to be the poster girl for that initiative, with the condition that she'd be the only one of their duo able to continue wrestling with the league. Dixie was fuming when she heard that Reiko not only accepted the offer, but was all-in on a plan to "sunset" the American in a scripted match to force her to go back to Texas. Her blood was boiling, and every inch of her being was now hungering for a chance to give her "pardner" a fitting payback.

The strategy got swift results in the League. It didn't take a psychic to realize that the vibes between the members of Tequila Sunrise were off. They were discreetly sizing each other in locker rooms, bumping into one another purposefully in hallways, sending each other back-handed compliments during promo recordings and taking juuust long enough to save the other from a pinch during a match. It truly sounded like a powder keg waiting to explode. Anesthesia knew though that this would not be enough to ignite the feud. The ladies were both prideful and headstrong, but they were not stupid. As soon as moods cooled off enough and the duo decided to talk it out, they certainly would patch it up and turn their anger instead towards their employers who set the whole situation up.

Fortunately for the executives, Anesthesia's plan already included a phase 2 to truly put the scheme into motion. And what better existed to conceal a lie than concealing it inside a truth? The idea was simple: bringing back the Kamikaze Rose mantle, something already in the pipeline for the Rumble Roses League, and a position Reiko and Dixie were already the worthiest candidates for.  All that was needed was for the nurse to plant the idea that both were neck-and-neck in the running for, and they would be closely inspected in their upcoming matches for a decision to be made. The cherry on top was that the losing girl would be essentially "demoted", and taken out of the following tournament for a "cooldown arc", while the winner would thrive in a brand-new storyline, fitting of the return of one of the biggest wrestlers in the world.

Tossing that idea out there was like the scent of blood in the water for two wrestling obsessed sharks like Reiko and Dixie. Both had more than enough reasons to consider earning the Rose identity the most important thing in their trajectories as fighters. And knowing they were being pitted against their biggest rival for it (with multiple accounts of being sunsetted if they lost), truly lit the fire of competition in their hearts. It seemed like the company would finally get the dramatic storyline they had been long scheming for during all this time.

However, that still wasn't 100% the case. As any fan of media would posit, having a corporate executive try to meddle directly with creative works hardly ever worked out. These types of interferences usually led to products that were either subpar, way too sanitized, or, in the case of our current story, way messier than necessary.

One week after that particular "War for the Rose" project was placed in motion, the bad blood brewing between the ladies went into overdrive. They'd regularly be seen in and out of the ring in irate shoving and screaming matches, while also trading barbs that definitely stung way more than simple wrestling kayfabe. Things got really critical during a match for the Tag-Team championship against the P.T.A duo, where a series of compounding errors made by both girls made the ladies lash out, choosing to completely ignore the fight in order to jump at each other's throats. Despite leading to a peak in viewership, the audience very clearly caught on that something wasn't right, as during the scuffle the girls had almost completely disowned wrestling moves in favour of more "direct" means to harm their foe's body.

The board meeting following their clash was an exasperated one. The executives realized their mistake in trying to manipulate some of their strongest girls like that, and were worried that their continued clashes would alienate the appreciation for the magic of wrestling in the hearts of the fans (if such a thing ever existed). Fortunately, Anesthesia came through once again with a proposal to get the girls to cool off, quite literally. She gave her bosses the idea to send both of them into a forced vacation in a tropical resort of her choice, wherein they could relax and hopefully mend their relationship.

Of course, like in every one of her previous schemes, the mad scientist had more stakes in that suggestion than she let on originally. She purposefully chose a location whose owner she already knew, the Paradise Resort, hoping to leverage the girls in a more private setting to enact a possible "Phase 3" of her scheme. She wasn't even 100% what that step would be, but in the recesses of her depraved mind the possibilities were endless. The board, none the wiser, quickly signed off on the idea, hoping the extra time would be enough for the girls to become friends again and hopefully even coming to a decision about the Rose situation.
As our story will soon demonstrate, this was another one in a series of poor decisions that proved those suits had a chronic misunderstanding of how both girls functioned. But for now let's skip to their shared stint at the resort...

***
Despite being in a place that was truly heaven on Earth, Reiko was not having a good time. For four days of the week-long company mandated vacation, she was finding it increasingly hard to relax. Notwithstanding the grueling activities forced upon her by her employers, like group therapy sessions, yoga, trust exercises, nature hikes and cooperative beach games, she had to do it with Dixie, currently the person that she wanted to be the furthest apart from in the entire world.

And is that all that surprising, after the crazy roller coaster of news she had received throughout the past months? She finally had the opportunity to live up to her mother's legacy in all senses of the word, only for Dixie to position herself as the biggest possible thorn in her side to achieve that goal. It made her blood boil, that's for sure, but not in the same way she usually felt when confronting her or any other wrestler in the ring.

And due to that, as she sat there facing the beautiful ocean, she found herself physically unable to relax as mandated. After another excruciating day of teambonding exercises, she chose to enjoy the last remaining hours of full sunlight sitting in one of the Resorts private beaches, lounging in a plastic chair feeling the breeze in her hair and drinking a cold beverage. She was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit that hugged her form so well that despite it not showing that much skin, it was still incredibly hot.

However, at that moment her mind was occupied with neither the sunset, nor the wind, nor the drink, or not even the few guests who passed by and ogled at her like she was some type of oriental goddess. No, the only thing in her mind at that moment was Dixie, and how much she felt like beating her. Make no mistake, there was no lust for her rival in those thoughts, just a primal, gnawing desire to throw caution to the wind and go at it with the blonde with no remorse. Ripping hair, tearing into breasts, clawing into pussies, until one of them finally gave in.

Despite the intensity of those feelings though, the Japanese woman remained as restrained as possible for all those days. A dirty confrontation like this would surely reflect poorly on both her family name and Japanese wrestlers as a whole. So, she would have to keep her wishes in check, being the bigger woman and saving those burning feelings for the ring, where they could be somewhat quenched in a controlled manner. It's just a couple more days tolerating her, surely that wouldn't be that hard, right?

...that was indeed what was going through her mind seconds before a volleyball hit the ground right next to her chair and sprayed some sand on her face. As soon as she managed to clean her eyes, she was "delighted" to see Dixie, her large breasts bouncing frenetically in her skimpier white two-piece swimsuit, rushing cheerily to pick up the ball.

"Oh m'gosh, sorry 'bout that, Reiko-chan! We were playin' over there and one of the boys hit the ball way harder then he should've. Are yer eyes ok?", the blonde inquired, with a warmness that seemed almost performative.

" *sigh*, I'm fine Dixie, thanks for the concern. Some sand just got into my eye, that's all. It was just an accident right?", the japanese replied in a deflated manner, starting to scratch her face.

"Oh dear, you shouldn't keep somethin' like that in yer eyes for too long! Hang on, I'll return the ball and then pick up some water to wash yer face", the blonde replied, already running back to where she came from.

"Sure... thanks a lot", Reiko huffed, rolling her eyes a bit.

Truth be told, the volleyball toss wasn't really an accident. Dixie was having an awful time too during the trip, finding it unbearable spending this much time with Reiko on so many grading activities. And to her, they weren't only grading, but completely pointless. After Kamikaze Rose came into the picture, she had absolutely zero motivation to patch things up with her former partner. She was in fact baffled as to why they were even considering the brunette for the position. In her mind, Dixie was larger, stronger, prettier and by far the better wrestler of the pair. Not only that, the entire existence of career was motivated by Rose!

So throughout the trip, she couldn't stop wondering about what was causing such indecision in their bosses. What did Reiko have that she didn't? The answer she came to was pretty straightforward,  simple and clean nepotism. They KNEW Dixie was the better choice, but didn't want to openly reject Reiko in order to not  breach what's expected from Japanese traditions, or something of the sort. It made her even angrier than she was when the company allegedly considered firing her, and she wanted so badly to cash those feelings in a direct confrontation.

It might seem weird at first to target her colleague instead of the bosses who created that whole shitshow in the first place, but being a simple-minded Texan ranchigirl, Dixie usually favored a more "direct" approach to solve her problems. If there were weeds growing in your crops, just remove them. If you find a rat in your cellar, just place a couple traps to kill it. If one of your colleagues is being favored for a promotion instead of you, just make sure she's off the running by any means necessary.

And that's exactly why she had been instigating so many clashes with Reiko. Naturally, the Japanese was also responsible for a couple of their recent conflicts, but Dixie had her beat in pretty much all the physical confrontations they had. She was even the one who began their brawl in their tag-team match that triggered this whole situation. And when she saw Reiko lounging in her sights, the blonde could not resist the idea of diverting a volleyball onto her. Dixie didn't even have any grand plan with that gesture beyond hurting the brunette, but anything that would lead them into a possible no-halds barred brawl was too tantalizing to resist.

But of course, Dixie wasn't THAT single-minded. She knew her and Reiko were on this trip more as a form of rehabilitation than a proper vacation, so she'd rather not risk doing anything else on their stay that could motivate a justified termination from the company. That would mean losing her chances at the promotion and wrestling itself, which wasn't a fair trade-off for a simple brawl with her rival.

While both of the ladies' judgements were sound on this matter, it didn't mean they weren't secretly BEGGING for the fight. Only that could justify an act as innocuous as Dixie pouring bottled water in Reiko's eyes having the same tension in the air as a war-room meeting. Both beauties were twitchy, sneaking in disdainful glances at their opponent's body, maybe hoping it would coax the other to start the fight and withdrawing them from the responsibility of causing a confrontation. Alas, that was only a brief moment, and Dixie quickly went back to her cheerful tone after finishing her cleaning.

"Awright, guess that's dun' and dun' now! You feelin' ok pardner?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for going above and beyond Dixie", Reiko replied politely, despite a tinge of annoyance.

"Aw shucks, yer goin' to make a cowgirl blush now. No thanks needed gal, it was my fault either way."

"Yeah, it kinda was", Reiko released a needling giggle at that final remark. "Maybe it'd be best if you went back to your game then. If you practise a bit more there, you could finally learn to be less clumsy even in the ring, right?"

The minor insult in that last statement was not lost on Dixie, and it took more self-control than she would like to admit to not escalate the situation into a conflict. Nope, she was still in rehab mode, so no fighting allowed. Instead she stuck with her friendly demeanor and picked up a nearby beach chair.

"Actually, I feel a lil' spent from playing ball for that long. You mind if I hang out here wit'you instead and stretch my legs a lil'? By how much you seem to be enjoying yer much needed sun bath, it must've been a heck of a relaxing experience!"

Now it was Reiko's turn to be a bit indignant with her colleague's remark, especially when it was a clear sleight on her pale complexion. She was naturally more contained than the American, but even she had to admit it was getting harder and harder to suppress her urges to tackle the blonde. Her care about her career was still stronger though.

"Of course! Knock yourself out! I think we can still enjoy this for an hour or so before sundown."

"Now that's what I call a hot date sister!", the blonde exclaimed happily sitting down next to her colleague.

For the first twenty minutes or so of that hangout, the girls were mostly quiet, enjoying the wonders of the beach. But to reduce the inherent awkwardness of the situation, they chose to start talking about the "shared pain" they had on their vacation so far, and very quickly resumed their friendly banter laughing about the "amazing" team-building exercises their bosses had put them through.

"Gal, I dunno about you, but when they first bossed us to come to this island I imagined we'd be doin' more stuff like this and less kiddie stuff, you know what I mean?"

"Haha, totally! I still can't get over that weird relay race in mascot costumes, or the pirate-themed scavenger hunt!"

"Oh doll, don't get me started on that scavenger hunt, we spent so much time on that thing! I swear, I'd reckon I'd have an easier time findin' a needle in a haystack back in my folks home then that compass buried in the mud that we needed to clear that bunch of junk. Whoever must've designed this activity must've been as dumb as a wagon wheel if he thought making an activity for the little ones THAT hard would've worked."

"Well, you said so yourself, it is a kid activity. All the hints for finding the compass were in the previous challenge. There were numbered tiles under the mud, you just had to use the cipher they provided us to translate the sentence and find the correct tile. I found mine really quick, you were the one who's dense enough to get us stuck for hours in something like that!", Reiko replied back, slightly raising her voice. Clearly she had  just been reminded of one of the biggest low points of their shared week.

Dixie turned back to face her friend, her previous jovial disposition starting to turn into a frown. "Oh shucks, yer right gal! I forgot you were smart as a whip, waaay more then a simple ranchgirl like me, huh? But bein' honest here, not sure why yer in this horn tossin' mood just now. Didja forget about how many times we had to do those blasted trust-fall drills because you refused to catch me? What were you, scared or something'?"

Mirroring her opponent, Reiko also turned towards the blonde, promising to escalate the argument even further. "Ah, THAT'S where you're going just now? Yes, I was quite scared as a matter of fact! After all, you're so inept and clumsy that you could've fallen on top of me at any point. And me letting you fall was more self-defense than anything, since you're such a freaking fat bitch that it could've actually hurt a lot if you got dropped on me!"

If Dixie was peeved before, she was practically FUMING now. All the anger she was working that hard to suppress throughout the trip was on the verge of exploding, holding on her desire to kill the brunette by the thinnest of threads.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?", Dixie yelled, briskly standing up from her chair. "Maybe you should get those eyes of yers checked out, cuz if you think THIS is fat you have clearly no concept of what an' actual lady's supposed to look like. And it's definitely not a string-bean slut like you, that's for sure", she taunted, bookending that last remark by cupping her own tits and ass trying to rile up the brunette.

"EXCUSE ME?", Reiko spat back angrily, also standing up to face her enemy. "That's rich coming from you! You didn't seem to complain at all about my "string-bean" figure when I was beating your mangy ass in the ring or saving your talentless hide during our tag team matches, you filthy hog!"

"A tiny-titted bimbo like, beating ME? HAHAHA, guess bein' exposed to all that sunlight must've given you some kind of brain disease. All those losses were all keyfabe babe, pure hogwash for them fans' pleasure to give their shitty nepobaby whore the spotlight for once! And you were so useless durin' our team matches that I'd bet my daddy's prized cow that I'd win all of those on my own, fightin' two-to-one!"

"Hah! I'm not surprised an ignorant slut like you has trouble discerning fact from fiction. Well, not THAT surprised to be fair. Judging by the shitty healthcare you people have over there, it's only natural you'd still be suffering from all the effects of all those concussions I gave you over the years, right?", Reiko taunted, crossing her arms defiantly and stepping right to the face of the blonde. "If I'm really this 'shitty' of a wrestler as you say, tell me, how come I was actually winning our brawl during the P.T.A match? The one YOU started, might I add?"

"Okay you little squirt, now yer truly startin' to piss me off", Dixie spat back, venom lacing her every word. She also mirrored her foe's motion, putting her hands on her hips and getting closer to the Japanese woman. "First of all, not sure what kinda kooky story you put on yer noggin', but YOU WERE NOT WINNING! Before we were broken off, I was 'bout to clobber those mosquito bites of yers 'til you started crying for yer mama! And second, I was already mighty tired from tussling with them P.T.A chicks for so long!"

"Wow! You must've worked so hard on that list of bullcrap excuses! And yet I still remember you squealing like the hog you are when I pummeled those oversized tits of yours. Just admit it: if we fought for real like we did that day, I'd beat you easily, and that thought TERRIFIES you!"

"Well cxnt, I think I got yer message loud and clear. If I were you though, I'd just be reaaal careful with the next set o' bollocks ya'd try to spew on me. Push me even harder, and this bull 'll show you what'd ACTUALLY happen if we'd lock horns."

"I'm sorry, is that supposed to be a threat? Because I'm more than willing to take you up on that offer, and I don't exactly see anything that'd stop us if we did so right now, wouldn't you agree, useless whore?"

"Guess what they 'bout them broken clocks has a ringer of truth to it, cuz I'd be forced to agree with you on that one, you stuck up bitch!"

At that point, only a hair's breadth was separating both the ladies. They were close enough that they could feel each other's warm belabored breaths in their faces, and were picking up on intensely aggressive pheromones coming from each other's natural scent. That sensorial overload was causing their bodies to twitch involuntarily, almost like a biological signal telling their brains they were ready and NEEDED to fight each other.

And it's fair to say that at that moment, any reservations they had about harming their careers or their social standing had been deeply shoved into the recesses of their minds. In their stead, their instincts were filled with a dangerous combination of their mutual repressed hatred for each other and a desire to prove themselves the superior woman with a primal clash. Nothing was stopping them anymore, and those feelings were about to come spewing out in full force.

That spew came into the form of a simultaneous *SPLASH* hitting both of the girls' faces. Not from any of their bodies, mind you, but from the drinks they were holding, Dixie's bottled water and Reiko's fruity mocktail. For a couple dangerous seconds, both girls were seething over the cold liquids dripping from their faces, and even more so that they both seemed to have the same idea to kickstart the conflict. Even so, the opening salvo was made, and from that point on, all hell would break loose.

It started simple, with a hefty slap from the blonde that almost knocked the Japanese woman straight to the floor. "Disgustin' whore, I'm gonna teach you not to mess with me!", Dixie threatened, already seeing blood.

After a brief moment to nurse her reddened cheek, Reiko turned herself back to her enemy with fury in her eyes. "The only one who's going to learn something today is you, you overrated bimbo....", that last remark was bookended by a combo of two strong punches to the gut from the brunette that managed to pull the air straight from Dixie's lungs. "....and that is that you're already way past your prime!"

Catching her breath without even standing up, Dixie released a small chuckle. "I'm glad yer makin' this at least a lil' bit interesting for me, freak! It's gonna be a hoot tearin' you to pieces!"

The American then surprised her opponent by going from her crouched position into a full-on american football-style tackle, looking to maybe knock her opponent down to the floor and rain punishment on the brunette from there. At least for a moment Reiko managed to withstand that reckless charge, holding strong and raining a couple retaliatory blows on Dixie's back for good measure. However, she ended up losing her bearings and falling down either way, caught off guard by the blonde almost trying to spank her ass hard through her swimsuit.

Feeling hurt and flustered, Reiko was now trapped in a text-book schoolgirl pin by the blonde, trying desperately to shake and pry the heavier woman from the top of her, who was in turn delighted to see her enemy squirm like that. For a couple moments, she just chose to watch her prey suffer under her superior body, almost like a cat toying with her food.

"What's the matter, skank? You ain't stupid enough to think we'd just be wrestlin' like usual when you chose to catcall me to tussle, didn't ya?"

"Of course I did, you bitch! I was just caught off guard that's all! When I get out of here, I'll do WAY worse to you, mark my words!"

"Oooooh, you sounded so scary right now. I'm really quakin' in my bloomers here! Not sure why yer so ashamed now, with how stuck up you are is I'd reckon y'all 'd be used to a little spankin' from now and then!"

"You cheating hick! Maybe it's common for you bitches over here, but we're actually raised to value respect and honor in our fights!", Reiko screamed after another unsuccessful escape attempt, choosing to hypocritically ignore that she fully planned to act just as vile against Dixie if given the chance.

"Ah, I see, it's 'bout yer childhood then! I can see that, since she wasn't 'round much for you, was she? Maybe now I could actually give you the experience of bein' punished for doin' somethin'...."

Before she could even finish that sentence, the brunette retorted with the only way she could and defiantly spat on her face. "YOU TRY TALKING ABOUT MY MOTHER AGAIN AND I'LL END YOU, WHORE!", she yelled from the top of her lungs, the personal jab clearly hitting a nerve.

"You lil' bratty bitch! I'MMA BE THE ONE WHO'S GONNA END YOU, YA HEAR ME?", Dixie retorted, now fully ready to move into a more drastic approach to knock the brunette out. With one hefty maneuver, she stuck her heavy breasts into Reiko's face, looking to potentially choke her and end the brawl then and there.

For a few precarious moments, the Japanese woman was squealing under the larger woman's glands, much to her assailant's glee. It wasn't the surefire finisher the blonde was hoping at first though, as the difficulty in breathing added to Reiko's already seething competitive desire to beat her rival, and made her buck and thrash around not that much unlike the stallions Dixie had back home. And sure enough, the American started to lose her schoolgirl hold, giving Reiko just enough of an opening to free one of her arms and dig deep into Dixie's golden tresses.

The pain on Dixie's scalp was immense, something she hadn't experienced for real since her farm wrestling days, and she felt herself getting pulled away from Reiko. The separation didn't come without a parting gift though, with another hefty slap to the brunette's face that got both of them to roll a couple inches away from each other.

Breathing heavily, both wounded wildcats soon turned their gazes towards each other again, promising murder. Dixie even more so, as she realized Reiko had managed to rip a couple blonde strands during the hairpull.

"Gosh brat, yer really done it now", Dixie slurred threateningly, starting to stand on her knees. "You really shouldn't have messed with my hair...I'm gonna freakin' KILL ya now!"

Surprisingly to the Texan, Reiko's response came with a cocky laughter. "What, you're willing to kill me over THESE phony extensions?", the brunette taunted, also mirroring her foe's stance. "I mean, I'm not really surprised, it's all you have, right? A fake weave, an artificial face, tons of makeup... that's how you made it big, not by any talent or merit. Especially with those plastic udders of yours!"

Judging by the anger coursing through Dixie's face, it seemed like comments on her body were as touchy to her as mentioning her mother was to Reiko. She had to muster all of her willpower to concoct a witty response through her rage, instead of pouncing on the Japanese like a wild animal.

"Geez tiny tits, you are REALLY askin' for it huh? I get bein' jealous of me with that ugly mug of yers, but I didn't know you were this stupid too! I'm all natural, cxnt! Ya probably could't figure that out since ya have to look at someone so butt freakin' ugly every time you look in the mirror!"

"All natural? Please, I could practically taste the silicone when you were smothering me earlier! Guess I'm just gonna have to prove it by popping those bags of yours single-handedly!"

"Well, come n' get some bratty slut, I'd love to see ya try that!"

Then, almost as if by a mutual agreement, the two fighters pounced on each other, and the hefty collision made them start rolling around wildly on the floor, grunting and screaming at each other. If at the beginning of the brawl they were taking their attacks alternatively, there seemed to be no reservations of that sort now. The ladies were exchanging blows and scratches at an absurd rate, targeting especially the points where their jealous feelings were concentrated, like tits, faces and legs.

The results of that chaotic scuffle were soon starting to show on the beauties' bodies, that started to get covered with bruises, scratch marks and welts. With all of their shared squirming on the beach, the wet sand was also starting to cling on those wounds and it stung hard, maximizing their shared hurt. It didn't deter them one bit though, as it appeared that the pain-fueled adrenaline was motivating them to fight increasingly harder to score a win.

That primitive anger was so severe that Reiko even tried to sneak a bite at one of Dixie's tits, but got a taste of her own medicine when Dixie pulled her away by her short hair and retaliated with a hefty elbow to her tits. Barely thinking straight due to the pain, the Japanese managed to withstand that blow and did a massive rake on the blonde's back, eliciting a shrill screech. With the same motion, she once again clasped that "fake" blonde hair, and with a mutual hair grab, their thrashing around resumed anew.

Leaving a trail of black and golden strands on the floor on their wake, the fighters finally were forced to a stop when they bumped into one of the beach's many kiosks. The structure was quite simple, composed of a wooden table surrounded by a couple chairs and covered by a neighboring large parasol-like structure placed at the top of a wooden pole. And it was specifically at that wooden pole that Dixie decided to shove Reiko into. With a trademark wrestling kick, the blonde shoved her foe's brutally into the structure, resulting in the biggest scream of the match so far. The pain on her lower back was so intense that she was forced to lay on the floor to nurse her wounds, giving the battle another moment of reprieve.

Also taking that time to catch her breath, Dixie was smiling gleefully seeing the brunette moaning in pain, with a rat's nest of hair in her head and covered in bruises. However, it took only one brush through her own mane and body to realize that her state was not that much better, courtesy of the myriad of attacks made by Reiko. The grin on her face vanished as quickly as it appeared, and she stood up with a determined look on her face to confront the Japanese again. Certainly a little back injury was not enough payback for all the pain she was put through?

"Get up, ya pathetic bitch!", the blonde barked, grabbing Reiko by the hair and leaning her against the pole. "I swear, you better keep makin' this interestin' for me, cuz I sure as hell ain't done with you!"

Dixie then continued the brunette's punishment by landing punch after punch on Reiko's face, gut, and especially her breasts. The experience was no doubt cathartic for her, but she couldn't hide a twinge of annoyance at how hard she had to work to break a woman she considered so inferior to her. She of course knew that years of wrestling training would've made Reiko decently fit, but that doesn't explain why those tiny tits of hers were so sturdy! No matter, she knew only a couple more blows and that loser would be brought down for good. So she started channeling that anger into her next set of strikes, hoping to end it then and there...

... that was the plan at least, before the smaller woman suddenly dodged. That entire sequence of blows definitely hurt her a lot, but it served to give Reiko a sharp wake-up call. Her sharp fighting instincts kicked up, and told her to ignore the pain and find an escape route for that predicament to stage a counterattack.

And all of that led to Reiko unexpectedly ducking and Dixie's fist hitting the wooden structure hard. Now it was the blonde who was screaming in pain, seriously thinking she might've broken her fingers at that moment. Her foe had little concern for the situation though, and swiftly grabbed the blonde by the back and suplexed her onto the nearby table from the kiosk. The force of the blow caused the heavier woman to break straight through the table, bringing her hurt to a whole new level of hurt.

"Huff...interesting enough for you, bitch?", Reiko provoked, staring at her foe from up top while catching her breath. "I'm really glad I didn't take you up on that trust fall now. If you did THIS to a wooden table, imagine what your fat ass would've done to my arms?"

"Gosh....you're such an annoying cxnt!", Dixie spat back, still unable to stand. "When I get up, yer gonna wish yer never tried to tussle with me, you patheticwhore!"

"Right back at ya, you disgusting fuck! And you didn't think I was done already, did you?"

What followed would be hard to watch even for the kinkiest of onlookers. Reiko started painfully stomping into Dixie's figure, giving special care to her tits. Every stomp was another yell from the blonde adding to Reiko's satisfaction.

"Yeah, keep squealing for me, hog! Maybe if I hit those bags juuust right the plastic will finally pop....GUH!", Reiko's taunt was interrupted by a vicious retaliatory blow from the blonde.

After all that stomping, Dixie had even less qualms over "fairness" and "honor" for their fight then she had before. So at that moment, lending a kick to her foe's almost unprotected crotch seemed like a perfectly acceptable maneuver. It might've not been very moral, but it was definitely effective, bringing the brunette back to the ground, clutching her aching privates.

"Yer a piece of work, ya knew that?", the blonde whispered through gritted teeth, crawling next to the Japanese threateningly. "That's all I'll say for now, even though I have MUCH harsher things to say about you and yer filthy body in my noggin' right now!"

She then grabbed the brunette's head and smashed it onto the floor, and proceeded to start dragging her painfully by her short hair. "And y'know, since actions speak more then words, I reckon I'll just toss ya into that ocean and clean you right off! You grew up in Japan, so ya must how to swim, right?"

"You...you're the only filthy one here Barbie!", Reiko insulted back a bit weakly, while starting to flail around. With her level of anger, she wouldn't take this humiliating predicament and all those insults without a fight.

"There's no way yer still yappin down ther...AW", looking down to belittle her enemy even more was a big mistake, as the brunette tossed a chunky bundle of sand in the American's face. A quick follow-up punch to the kidney and Reiko was freed again.

"Seriously, how low can ya even sink anymore? You really think I haven't fought with dirt in my face before? I grew up in a farm gal!", she screeched trying to desperately wipe her face besides the previous boast.

"Oh yeah, I didn't know, you neeeever bring it up. I also have to imagine that mud wasn't really the only thing getting sprayed in your face during those fights, right?", Reiko clapped back, venomously.

"THAT DOES IT SLUT Dixie retorted, leaping blindly towards her foe with a guttural snarl.

Instead of dodging that reckless assault, Reiko chose to take the blonde head-on. With a leap, she met her still in the air, and they both fell down in a heap of limbs and fury. They once again resumed their rolling around, trading attacks like actual wildcats once again. In those few minutes, hair was ripped, butts were clawed and tits were pressed onto tits. It was such a high level of carnage that the girls didn't realize they started going down a slope, leaving the beach and going towards one of the roads of the resort. Trapped in their own hostile thoughts, the wrestlers straight-up refused to let this get in the way of their fight, and kept exchanging blows while rolling faster and faster. They might've never stopped if they hadn't crashed with a large *THUD* in the back of the building of a small information center next to the street.

Compared to what they had endured this afternoon so far though, that little crash was barely felt, and the ladies were very keen in resuming their battle. Being quite literally put against a wall, they moved on to a more personal approach to damage their enemy.

"Well shorty, guess it's 'bout time I expose what yer sad excuses for fans have been wantin' to see all along!", Dixie said, beginning an attempt to tear into Reiko's swimsuit to attack her breasts.

"And I better clean up that filth in you so you finally look presentable to your fans!", Reiko spat back, tearing into the older woman's crotch in a similar manner.

Both hellcats were really going for it now. Their swimsuits seemed like an obstacle getting in the way of their fight, so they HAD to be destroyed for the matter to be truly solved. The sounds of fabric tearing were being covered by a series of shrill animalistic grunts, and if that scenario were to continue, it would certainly lead them to a new, much more primitive and violent step of their war. Celebrities behaving like that might've been seen as a bit barbaric or crude, but at this point they were so clouded by mutual hate that they couldn't care less about decorum....

...well, that certainly was the case, at least until they heard the camera flashes.

As they finally turned their gazes away from each other and into the direction of the noise, their faces turned blood-red. A group of around 15 visitors and staff of the hotel, men and women alike, were eagerly watching the struggle and taking pictures and videos. The beach they were both in was certainly a more private area of the resort, but that didn't mean visitors were barred from it. And the loud commotion their battle generated certainly made for enough hubbub to gather a crowd interested in seeing two hot women duking it out, doubly so since they were celebrities.

In Reiko's head, this was the end for her. The recordings of the incident would certainly be posted online, ruining her public image and destroying her professional relationship with her bosses, who would probably not want a loose cannon like her wrestling for them. Feeling deflated, she was already starting to think of alternative job options for herself when Dixie suddenly stood up to address the crowd.

"Awww shucks fellas, we're really, really sorry! Guess me n' my pardner's practice session here must've caused quite the shock on y'all, huh? Well, I'm sure y'all 'll forgive us, since we're preparing somethin' real special for yer enjoyment!", the blonde spoke happily, clearly tapping into the attractive persona she used for recording promos and ads.

"What the hell are you doing bi...HMMF", Reiko also stood up, trying to protest, but was quickly silenced by her enemy.

"Ya see, me n' Reiko here are currently prepping for a VERY unique match", Dixie continued her speech, completely ignoring her partner. "This won't be yer run of the mill wrestling bout, no no no. We're goin' R-rated for this one folks, with a full blown catfight! And the best part? Y'all 'll get to see it first hand, since it'll happen right here at Paradise Resort the day after tomorrow!"

After that announcement, all the apprehension and confusion in the crowd started turning around into full-blown excitement. Who knew they had so many wrestling fans in that audience, huh? Seeing all the feverous whispers coming from the crowd, Reiko couldn't help but think of a "well-played" surrounding the blonde's move. With all that hype for the match, the company would surely have to make this happen for real, with little to no consequences for them.

Surprising the blonde and even herself, Reiko then decided to also address the eager crowd, not wanting to be outstaged by her rival even in showmanship. "That's right guys! It's going to be a match with no rules, and you can totally expect us to get nude and hurt each other with no reservations in that ring!", that last point got even larger cheers from the spectators. "And best of all, we're going at it with real stakes this time! The loser will have to leave the Rumble Roses League forever!"

Dixie was outraged at that unilateral decision, but any possible protest was quickly drowned out by the intense clapping and yelling from the crowd. Her only venue to complain was whispering threateningly to the brunette.

"What the fuck ya nosy bitch? Who told'ya to butt in on this? And what do you mean the loser has to leave the league?"

"Just turning your looney idea into a way to solve our situation, 'darlin'! Why are you so worried anyway? Already know you're gonna lose?"

"Not by a long shot you wimp! Yer the one who needs to worry, cuz I'm gonna be hurtin' you so hard yer not gonna be able to wrestle AT ALL after!"

"Ooooo, I'm sooo scared! Well, you've never seen me fight for real before skank, so you're absolutely right to be concerned!"

"Ugly freak!"

"Plastic whore!"

They traded a couple more hushed insults before they had to attend to the barrage of fans questioning them about the event. With one last determined and hateful look traded between them, the wrestlers knew they were ready for the bout. All that was needed was to convince the suits to allow it.

***

If the board was apprehensive before the trip, now they were practically having panic attacks. As the girls' predicted, the challenge proposal went viral incredibly quickly, and the fans were pestering the company for details about the fight by the hour. Sure, a climatic battle like this is what they wanted in the first place, but the idea of one of the wrestlers leaving the league was a complete wrench in their plans to milk their rivalry for infinite growth. They were now desperate for a way to spin this around, and once again Anesthesia came through to clear their heads.

The solution was honestly really simple: make Dixie and Reiko's match a trial run for a brand-new catfight format for the league. All the drama surrounding their rivalry would certainly give them lots of views, and they could later monetize the format to appeal to a whole new batch of advertisers. (And for her share, the nurse would be able to use the recorded data for her own twisted experiments.)

Albeit a bit reluctant, the suits actually agreed with the idea, and after a lengthy meeting, they set up the match with the ladies. The agreement was that the match would happen in a ring set up in one of the resort's vacant islands, surrounded by nothing but cameras for the broadcast, something the ladies were appreciative of. Since this was going to be an official match, the girls would also need to follow protocol and provide pre-fight interviews the day before. For that, the company already had a man in mind, a scuttlebutt named Albert Sinclair who was a frequent collaborator of theirs. He was well-known for extracting the most of wrestlers during his interviews, be it through actually insightful questions or just pure unadulterated drama farming.

And so, on the day before the brawl, Sinclair went to the resort to drum up hype for the event. For the interview segment, both girls were asked the same questions separately. The answers were, however, broadcasted one after the other to further the stakes and drama surrounding the confrontation. Following is the complete account of pre-fight conversations, exactly as the spectators got to see it:

Albert Sinclair: Good evening, ladies! I'm very glad you got to take some time off your busy schedules to talk with me for a couple moments. We're of course having a monumental event tomorrow, so how are your expectations for the match? Did any of you adopt specific training regiments to cope with the anxiety?

Reiko: Well Albert, I have a really good feeling about it! This is a definitive moment in my career as a wrestler, and I'm not only feeling like my body is at its peak, but I'm sure I can finally beat Dixie once and for all. I'm sure that stubborn crass hick is not going to do anything different to prepare, so to have an early advantage, I've decided to look back to traditional practice techniques from my home country. Meditation, calisthenics, karate, you name it! All this so I can be in my best shape for the fight.

Dixie: Awww ain't you a peach worrying about lil' ol' me like that Albert, but there's no need to be concerned. Reiko's always been' my inferior in every way, and she's goin' down tomorrow, and I won't even chip one of my nails on that. As for trainin', I'll admit I took a gander at the gym facilities they have here in them island, but y'know I'm an outdoor girlie through and through, so I've been exercisin' mostly outdoors. A basic physical workout is'all I need, instead of all that esoteric mumbo jumbo that loser is probably doin' to get ready.

Albert: Wow! Glad to see you're both raring to go! And how couldn't you be, with the loser having to quit the Rumble Roses League all together! Of course, every one of your fans know that a decision that extreme came after a lengthy feud between you two, but could you maybe also give a primer on your feelings towards each other for any newbies watching?

Reiko: Certainly. Simply put, Dixie Clemets has been a thorn in my side for months now. We both entered the league at the same time, and despite being friendly at first, even starting a tag-team together, there was always something brewing between us, especially over who was the better wrestler. Sure, I'll admit she has a strong body and solid fundamentals, but she's still an ignorant American at her core. Like most western wrestlers, she's crass, arrogant and fights without any semblance of technique. I'm frankly disgusted that they keep comparing me, the pinnacle of Japanese wrestling, to this overrated slut, and I'm glad we're finally putting this debate to rest soon.

Dixie: Oh, it's real simple: that'll lil' bitch has gotten to my nerves way too much for my likin'. Of course, at first we were kinda buddies, n' I let her cling onto me for a while to help for a bit when she was startin' out, since she's a foreigner n' all. But I reckon' being that young she failed to understand that the place for a string-bean brat like her was ALWAYS goin' to be beneath me. N' cuz of that, I always wanted to tussle with her for real, no rules, gal to gal, winner takes all. I'm glad we're finally gonna make this happen so I can be done with her for good.

Albert: I'm glad you both mentioned your physiques, because that to me is one of the key details that makes this match so interesting. We're talking about a big size difference here between you two, do you have any specific strategies in mind to overcome  that hurdle.

Reiko: I'm sure that question is targeted mostly towards me. I already admitted Dixie has the larger body between us both, and I've fought with and against her enough to know that at least she knows how to take advantage of that really well. However, I feel like being that fat also makes her a bit more sluggish, and I plan to abuse that, being obviously faster than her. That cheeseburger guzzling bitch will not know what hit her when I knock her fat ass down with off the ground moves. I also fully intend to pulverize those overrated tits of hers, so stay tuned!

Dixie: Ha, is that a serious question? What kinda strategy do you figure I'd need to crush an' scrawny ironin' board like Reiko? Sure, she's definitely a firecracker, and I've seen her take on ladies way thicker than her (heck, she even got me good a couple times). But I'm the best of the best, and I'm not takin' prisoners tomorrow. As soon as I hear that bell, I'm gonna grapple her and use my girls to crush those mosquito bites she likes to call tits. And that'll be just the begginin', cuz I won't stop pummlin' her 'til she's crying for her momma to rescue her, and that' s a promise!

Albert: Seems like breasts are a pretty touchy subject with you two. Is your difference in measurements a sore topic even outside of the ring?

Reiko: I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some apprehensions when dealing with Dixie's "girls" (if they're even real, mind you), but the prospect also excites me. She relies so much on her body that beating her on her own game would be super gratifying, and would mean a lot to my progress as a wrestler. I'm no slouch in that department either, last time I measured myself I was at 34-26-33. It's more than enough to crush that overhyped body of hers.

Dixie: Boy of boy, you sure are really curious about my girls, ya wanna catch a feel? Haha, just kiddin'. But putin' all the cards on the table, Albert, it really grinds my gears that someone with a body so....ordinary like Reiko can succeed so much. Look at me, I'm currently 38-28-36, I know that by heart. You think you'd want someone that looks like me to be a face for yer company, or that scrawny bitch? I hope our bout tomorrow makes them suits get their act together and start awarding the gals who REALLY deserve it.

Albert: Moving on from the present and looking a bit into the future, it's a bit of an open secret that the winner of this match will not only keep on wrestling, but also be awarded the Kamikaze Rose mantle by the company. What would the conquest of that title mean to you?

Reiko: Literally everything Albert. Following my mother's footsteps after her passing was the main reason I chose to pursue this career in the first place, and it's about time that name went back to the family, where it truly belongs. I'm sure my mother might've not approved the indignified manner we adopted to make that decision, but I'm even more certain she'd hate it even more if it went to a self-aggrandizing hick like Dixie. So mom, if you're listening I'm gonna make you proud and keep that name alive, mark my words!

Dixie: It would be a reparation that's been a long time comin', darlin'. I'd not be half the woman or the wrestler I'm today if not for watching that diva's matches growin' up. I wanted to be as powerful as her, and that's what pushed me to keep on fightin' and improvin' myself every day. And from the day I met Reiko, I knew she don't have the guts to embody that ideal. Kamikaze Rose should be the strongest wrestler 'round, and that's ME, and I'm gonna prove that to them suits who wanna give it to that nepo baby cuz of "honorin' her legacy" or some garbage like that.

Albert: Well girls, that's been a truly enlightening conversation! That's almost all the time we have today, but I wanted to leave the floor open if you wanted to send a message directly to your opponent. What's on your minds right now?

Reiko: Dixie Clemets, I'm tired of your bullshit. You talk such a big game all the time, but I know it's all a mask to hide the pathetic talentless bitch you are on the inside. I'm going to hurt you so much tomorrow that I'll not only send you back to that shitty farm of yours, but you'll be so broken no one will ever want to look at you again, let alone see you wrestling. You better be ready to see the brand new Kamizake Rose in action for the first time tomorrow, you skank!

Dixie: Oh I can say whatever, I want? Hey bitch, yer hearin' this? Good news, you'll be able to meet yer momma again tomorrow, cuz it's gonna be yer early funeral. You had no place bein' in the League in the first place, and I'll show that to the entire world durin' our match. In fact, ya think any of yer fans are gonna be seein' me destroy you back home? Guess a bunch of 'em will finally get a grip and start followin' an ACTUAL wrestler instead of a tiny weak brat like you, huh? Ya better be ready for a world of hurtin' in the ring, cuz I won't hold anythin' back!

***
After much anticipation from everyone involved, the day of the match finally came, and there had never been a more tense boat ride before or after in the history of the Paradise Resort.

Reiko and Dixie's arrived at the pier separately way before the required time. This time, they were clad in a company-mandated attire more fitting for the type of battle they were going to have, with Reiko wearing essentially a bikini version of her usual red wrestling clothes and Dixie using a white bikini with cow patterns, that was somehow even skimpier than the one she was wearing in their previous fight.

When they first laid eyes on each other, the mood suddenly grew tenser. It was almost as if their mutual hatred was so intense that they'd be willing to go at it right then and there once again, their bosses be damned. You can probably thank their shared pride as wrestlers and the large crowd waiting for them at the dock for that to not have happened. They had to remain civil for at least a couple more minutes to entertain their fans before they could truly fight, after all.

Once that was done, they were both ferried to a simple motorboat by security, and the atmosphere grew tense again. Knowing that at least for that small trip they were still accompanied, the fighters tried as hard as they could to not look at each other, knowing this would certainly rile them up. Even with all that care, a couple tense glances were exchanged, promising mutual destruction.

Realistically, it was only a 15 minute trip, but their intense desire to fight was such that it felt like hours. The trance was broken with the sharp bump of the boat reaching the shore, prompting them to leave. A small contingent of the crew would stay behind in the entrance of the island to work on the transmission, but from then on, it'd just be the two wrestlers.

"Well, we're finally here", Reiko stated, leaving the boat. "Guess we should be glad your fat ass didn't sink us on the way, huh?"

That venomous taunt wasn't unanswered, as she was kicked hard in the ass by Dixie, falling face first on a soft patch of sand.

"Geez slut, I'm so sorry! Sometimes my 'fat' legs can be a bit hard to deal with, ya know?", Dixie retorted, also leaving the vessel and moving in to giggle in Reiko's ear, "Aren't you glad you don't have to deal with that, being the scrawny loser you are?"

"You fucking....", Reiko was fully prepared to pounce on her enemy due to the humiliation, but frustratingly found Dixie was already walking towards the island, shaking her ass seductively.

They would only catch up again in the small clearing that housed the ring. It was honestly hard not to be a little impressed with a structure that looked this professional despite being conceived in a mere couple of days. The standard sized fighting ring, complete with the Rumble Roses colors in the floor and ropes, was set in the middle of a small muddy bog, maybe fully expecting the ladies to fall off of it and go into some even kinkier variation of mud wrestling. Surrounding the structure were a series of cameras rigged onto poles, alongside a couple speakers.

As Reiko and Dixie entered the ring, ready to put their hands on each other, but were startled by the voice of one of their producers coming from the speakers.

"Testing, 1,2,3, alright girls, can you hear me? Just wanted to go by some agreements before we begin the taping.

"Hahaha, now that's a shocker! Did you use yer connections to set this up, cxnt? Wanted them bosses to come rescue ya, and give some protections for your match?"

Now it was Dixie's turn to be caught off guard by her enemy, as Reiko quite literally suckerpunched her in the face. "The only one here who'd stoop so low is you barbie. Accuse me of that bullshit again and I'll make you choke on this mud, you hear me?"

"Oh baby, yer askin' for it now..."

"GIRLS PLEASE!", the wrestlers were once again startled, and interrupted their squabbling. "For crying out loud, did you forget we discussed this in the phone call? Yes, there still will be no rules for your fight, but there are a couple of agreements you need to follow for this work. We'll still be working with a three round structure, since we need time to include our advertisers in the broadcast. We also left some water bottles for you in some compartments under your corners in the ring for your breaks. Oh, and Albert will talk with you after, for some post fight interviews, so you better pace yourselves at least a little for that. Am I understood?"

"Of course", Reiko replied bashfully, with a respectful bow.

"Guess it ain't the worst deal I've agreed to...", Dixie huffed, somewhat annoyed.

"Great! Now please get in your respective corners. We'll play a sound cue to signal when you're supposed to start pretty soon, so get ready!"

Almost simultaneously as soon as the speaker went silent, both warriors turned their backs on each other and headed to opposite ends of the ring. Despite already having prepared extensively for the bout, both ladies decided to use those last few moments to do a series of almost performative stretches, more to show off their gorgeous physiques to their opponent then actual conditioning. It was definitely effective, as both ladies were sneaking jealous glances when the other wasn't looking, choosing to stew those feelings inside. All that anger would surely be an effective fuel for the fight to come.

Their mutual trance was broken by the loud chime coming from the speaker. Both gladiators moved into the center of the arena looking stoic and determined, but internally seething to finally settle their mutual score.

"You ready Dixie? Because I'm going to beat you so hard no one will ever want to look at you ever again, you plastic whore!"

"Awwwn that's so sweet 'Reiko-chan'! I'mma gonna do even worse to you, and yer gonna wish you never came to America, you bitchy weaklin'!"

After exchanging those threats, their war was truly on. Despite the promise of an explicit R-rated battle, you'd be surprised to find that for those opening moments the ladies stuck very close to their wrestling routines. Rushing to meet their enemy headfirst, Reiko and Dixie clasped their hands together engaged in a traditional test of strength. For a few minutes, they hardly moved from their positions, looking to maybe push the other woman down and start a ground battle.   

In a normal wrestling match, a situation like that is usually scripted and used to fill time and build tension for the rest of the bout. But that was not the case right now, and especially not for those two. As their muscles strained against each other painfully, and sweat was starting to build in their grimaced faces, their only goal was to be proven the stronger of the two. It was simple like that, a matter of pride over anything else.

And despite an even beginning, unfortunately for Reiko, the brunette was starting to lose that leg of the conflict. Her limbs were starting to quiver, her breath to become more labored and her grunts of effort more pronounced. Witnessing that scene, Dixie couldn't have been happier.

"Now now, Reiko, are ya havin' some trouble over there? That's too bad, we don't wanna see the bosses upset that their favorite gal is secretly weak, don't you?", the blonde provoked, in a very condescending matter.

"Shut....the....fuck....up!", Reiko retorted the best way she could, while struggling to stay on her feet.

"My, that's not very lady-like of you! If you'd just asked nicely, I'll stop and we'd tussle in some other manner! You can even pick, like what'd you think yer momma have chosen, huh?", Dixie continued, looking to push the Japanese harder, physically and emotionally.

"Keep....her name....out of your...dirty mouth!", Reiko screamed, right before buckling and falling to just one knee.

"You don't get to ask for shit, cxnt! Not when yer fightin' like THAT. Tell me, you think there's the chance yer momma passed on from shame after realizin' her lil' girl was THIS weak?", Dixie spewed her most venomous taunt yet, followed by an evil cackle.

"YOU...YOU MOTHERFUCKER!", that had been it for Reiko. Mustering strength she didn't even know she had, the Japanese reversed the shove and stuck her fangs deep into the blonde's shoulder, eliciting a shrill yell.

"OWOWOWOW, ARE YA SERIOUS? CHEATING SLUT!", Dixie screeched desperately, striking the brunette in every way she could just to try and break that hold. Breast punches, crotch scratches and ass spanks were flying wildly, but nothing was breaking that hungry bite. In fact, Reiko was retaliating in kind, also trying to hurt her rival's privates in turn.

Surprisingly, what actually finally broke the hold was a simple hairpull. The blonde definitely was by now well acquainted with her foe's shorter weave and knew how to optimize the damage to her foe. Grimacing in pain, Reiko had no choice but to reciprocate that hairpull, kickstarting a frenzied hair-ripping showdown.
"Seriously gal? First ya try to bite like me a wild animal and then ya just decide to copy what I'm doin'? I could say I'm disappointed in you but I'm not surprised you stooped so low...", Dixie remarked, struggling to keep her head straight.

"Are you seriously trying to take ownership over hairpulling in a catfight? That's REALLY pathetic. Besides, I think you'll look way better without those ugly artificial extensions in your head", Reiko spat back, also locked in a painful grimace.

Being a proud natural blonde Dixie fumed at the taunt, and tensed her hold on the opposite black hair way harder. "Either way, I'm gonna be way prettier than you by the end of it bitch. You'll need wigs when I'm done with you!"

Without any return from Reiko, the frenetic hairpulling resumed. The wrestlers were going above and beyond to rip as much as possible from their beautiful rival's hair, and soon the floor of the ring was littered with black and golden strands. But of course, this wasn't just a hairpulling match, and they had no intention to just limit themselves to their opponent's head. Reiko gripped Dixie's pubic hair through her swimsuit while the blonde left claw marks on her ass. The japanese was struck in the tit while the american was punched in the gut. The attacks were so savage that even the ladies' swimsuits were starting to get torn from all the stretching and pulling. It was a chaotic ballet that was delighting watchers worldwide.

Naturally, there's only so much pain a fighter could take before letting go, and now it was Dixie's turn to falter. Painting harshly, the American's hold on the brunette locks started to falter. And seizing the opportunity, Reiko moved her hold to the blonde's neck and pulled Dixie's head towards her knee. The impact was hard enough to cause Dixie to yelp in pain, and start clutching her now bloody nose.

"Yes, finally got her! Better make this count!". That was all the brunette thought to herself, really motivated to do some true damage to her foe. And make it count she truly did, trapping Dixie in a series of killer wrestling moves.

First, she tossed the blonde into the ropes, like a textbook wrestling haymaker. However, by the end of it there was nothing textbook about her maneuver. As Dixie bounced back, still a little dazed, the Japanese did a double kick straight into her breasts. It truly was an unorthodox, risky and frankly unnecessary move for a wrestler to make, but Reiko couldn't care less for her safety at this point. Hurting her rival was what she wanted at the moment.

And the hurting didn't stop there. The impact of the kick got Dixie to lay on the floor, clutching her breasts in agony, but Reiko quickly followed with an elbow drop to the gut. She then proceeded to flip the larger woman over, and trapper her legs into a painful Boston crab.

If Dixie was in pain before, now she was practically howling. The strength Reiko was applying was so intense that you could almost hear the blonde's legs snapping. She could not do much to escape, but fortunately for the American, she was flexible enough that her hands could juuust blindly reach the Japanese's bikini bottom. And if her hand could reach that far, her long nails could reach an even more sensible spot.

As soon as the claw reached Reiko's lips, the audience was treated to a whole new set of pained squeals. The shock was also enough to allow Dixie to push Reiko away, and punch her hard on the face. "Payback time, ya skank!", the farmgirl yelled, sitting on the brunette's face and starting to punch her multiple times in the abdomen, taking us back to the snapshot from the beginning of our tale. 

Underneath that facesit, Reiko could barely sneak enough breaths to stay awake, and tried her hardest to escape with scattershot claw strikes to her almost exposed breasts, gnarly yanks on her longer hair and awkward punches to the face. Noticing the struggle beneath her, Dixie couldn't help but turn her head back and gloat a bit.

"Well... I'll be damn'd gurl, yer face is now redder than the tomatoes we have back home! You doin' all right back there?", she teased with a giggle, removing her blonde hair from her face. "I do wonder what yer fans back home are thinkin' seein' you like this right now. Maybe they'll finally come to their senses and stop dolling a freak like you, huh?"

Any further attempts to rile the younger wrestler were swiftly quashed by a heavy punch to the face coming from Rei. Caught off-guard, she was knocked off the slimmer girl, giving the Japanese enough time to catch her breath and provide a "fair" response to her enemy.

"You're....the freak here...you dirty hick!", she taunted, standing to her knees menacingly. "I'm surprised that even with how much you worked on that plastic Barbie body of yours you can't remove that stink of manure from your homeland. Tell me whore, you think any of that is still some type of leftover from your ranch days? Because I doubt a dirty American like you bathes as much as a civilized woman would."

Fuming over the taunt, she leapt back towards her enemy, and they once again grappled each other, looking for supremacy.

"YOU COCKY PIECE OF SHIT! By the time I'm through with you, no one will ever wanna look at you ever again!"

"And by the time I'm done with you, I'll destroy you so hard you won't be able to walk again, you fat hillbilly!"


Despite all that bravado, the exhaustion from the previous clashes was now hitting Reiko, and Dixie certainly wasn't taking any prisoners. After less than five minutes of grappling, the Japanese was tossed into one of the ring's corners, too wounded and tired to fight back.

Standing up to face her downed enemy, Dixie licked her lips. "Oh, would ya look at that? Guess yer all tucked in for one of my favorite moves!"

The blonde then proceeded to hit Reiko with the mother of all bronco busters, slamming her crotch repeatedly on her downed opponent's face and rattling her whole reality with every strike. Getting hit by the larger woman's already damp privates was painful enough, but having to take all of that with no energy to fight back was frankly even more humiliating. At this point, only a stroke of luck might've saved her from an early knockout.

Thankfully for most everyone involved, that hypothetical wouldn't be that absurd. Amidst that barrage, a loud *DING-DING* was heard from the speaker in the arena, with the producer's voice following shortly after:

"All right ladies, take five! We have to pay for this event somehow."

The announcement seemed to momentarily break the ecstatic trance Dixie was, and her assault on the brunette finally stopped. She stood up, wiped some sweat from her brow, but no without a few "parting gifts":

"Saved by the bell, huh chicken?", the blonde taunted, grabbing the brunette's cheeks and spitting directly on her face. "Guess someone up there really loves you, but that's no surprise to me". She then proceeded to turn around and walk back to her corner seductively, leaving a drained Reiko on the floor.

"Fuc....dirty....bit...", those were all the weak sounds coming from the trembling Japanese woman, as she crawled back to her corner. Stammering to reach a fleeting moment of rest, she used those five precious minutes to recenter herself and practically guzzle her bottle of water. It wasn't enough for a full recovery, but it did provide her with just enough juice to keep going. There was still a lot of match left to go, and if she wanted to take down her opponent, she needed to be as ready as possible.

Although, much to her shock, when she looked at her enemy, it really looked like the blonde didn't share her level of concern over the match. Instead of drinking it, she chose to sensually drop the bottled water onto her body. It really appeared that Dixie was more interested in using her rest time to show off then actually recover for the next rounds. After realizing that, Reiko's fleeting feeling of confusion turned into an even larger searing rage for her former partner. Nothing angered her more than not being taken seriously.

"Damn, when I really thought I couldn't hate you more you pull some bullshit like this. What the HELL are you doing you slut?"

"Trust me daddy's girl, especially after today, the feelin' is mutual. And I'm just playin' on my strengths here, I'm gonna be the face of the company soon after all. I'd reckon if ya had anythin' to show off yer'd prolly do the same right?", Dixie taunted, wrapping up her sexy display.

Reiko didn't reply to the provocation at first, despite being livid on the inside. She was truly tired of Dixie belittling her appearance with every one of her taunts, especially when she looked THIS great. No, it had come the time in the fight to prove to her that she was not only stronger, but hotter than the blonde. And for that, she needed to regretfully employ the weapons of her enemy.

"Nothing to show, huh? What do you think of THAT then?", the Japanese provoked, finally removing her already ruined swimsuit.

Upon catching the brunette's bold display, Dixie couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger. She knew she looked better than Reiko, but if there was ever a woman who could match her body, she was standing right in front of her. Despite all the bruises and scratches, it was still possible to see the slim, but still sexy body of the younger wrestler, with well defined muscles complimented by a truly exquisite set of breasts. And to truly win, Dixie knew she had to ruin all of those parts.

Upon seeing that sight, the blonde wordlessly met the challenge, tearing her own skimpy garments in one fell swoop. It was hard for Reiko not to feel at least a little intimidated at that point. Their bodies were in similar bruised states and were more than a match for each other, but the two elephants in the room were hard to ignore. Yes, Dixie's pair was significantly larger than her own. And yes, Dixie also caught her staring at them and felt delighted by it. But that didn't mean Reiko still couldn't win, and she was determined to try her hardest. 

"I appreciate the boldness sugar, but to be honest, I don't really see what's so special about a wooden board like you. My girls are gonna have a field day with ya!", the American teased, cupping her own injured pair.

"Oh, they're gonna have a day all right, but it's not gonna be pleasant! Can you all ring that bell already, I REALLY wanna pop those plastic udders!", Reiko demanded, getting ready to clash.

As if by fate, the bell rang at that moment, prompting the beginning of the second round. And they made good on those previous promises by immediately engaging in a mutual bearhug, letting their now exposed breasts do most of the talking. Both ladies were oddly silent as the mammaries were crushed against each other, fully concentrated in inflicting and resisting the pain being dished from both sides. The only sounds one could hear at first were raspy grunts of pain and the occasional *PFLAP* of flesh slapping against flesh.

At first, the breasts stayed stuck to each other, with the wrestlers relying mostly on their already hardened nipples to scratch and pierce the opposing pair. But it didn't take long for this confrontation to turn into a full-blown titfight, with the ladies taking turns to back up and ram their girls against each other. Soon their tits were starting to become  just as ruined as the rest of their bodies, and those muted grunts from before turned into exasperated squeals that tore through the air with every clash. It was truly a barbaric display unbefitting of most wrestlers, but that type of concern was long gone in their minds by this point. All that mattered at that moment was ruining the other woman's most prized possessions.

And sadly (or almost expectedly to be honest), Reiko was struggling more in that objective. She had made a bunch of claims during the brawl about the "authenticity" of Dixie's breasts, but during their battle, she was getting first hand proof that her statements were slanderous. It felt truly like bashing her tits against a steel wall, and as hard as she had been trying, the brunette was honestly unsure if she had any chance of winning against that pair.

Unbeknownst to Reiko though, she was slowly and steadily making some dents on that steel wall. Dixie had a hell of a poker face, but she had a lot of difficulty withstanding her opponent's seemingly unending thrusts. It was doubly frustrating for her, since titfights were one of her favorite methods to solve disputes with the other girls in her hometown, and thanks to her outstanding pair, the matches often resulted in an overwhelming win for her. But right now, she was unable to finish a Japanese bitch whose body she paid very little respect to before. She regretfully had to concede Reiko was a worthy challenger, and would have to respond accordingly.

So, she decided to move the battle in a different direction, quite literally. During her tit strikes, the blonde proceeded to shove Reiko once again towards the corner, hoping to once again pin her in a disadvantageous position.

At that point, the Japanese was still holding on, but only by the faintest of threads. The titfight had taken more then half of the time of the second round, and she could barely feel her own breasts beyond the searing pain. With tears in her eyes, she was muttering under her breath, "Please...pop...burst...just let this nightmare end...", like a prayer, hoping that maybe some divine entity would grant her the win. That of course didn't happen, as she was bumped directly into the cold metallic pole that signaled the rings end.

"Damn brat, those mosquito bites of yer's really tickle huh? Well, since ya wanted to play with my girls so badly, I thought I'd give you a closer look!", Dixie then proceeded to grab the brunette by the back of her head and shove the smaller woman's face in the middle of her breasts. Naturally, the blonde's rack was well-suited for that kind of punishment, and she hoped it would provide her with a swift win.

That would work if she was facing any woman other than Reiko Hinomoto. After all, this wasn't even the first time that day someone tried to choke her out, and she knew that keeping calm and acting quickly were key points for escaping a hold like that. So, instead of trying to force herself out of the smother, she bided her time, and kept her hands freed just for the right moment....

"Why are you so quiet down there, slut? Yer already nappin' there by chan...OOF", Dixie yelped, as Reiko slammed her head on the ropes, once again dazing her rival.

"Huff.....glad I finally got out, it's like a dirty muzzle in there", Reiko claimed, catching her breath. Now, standing right next to her injured enemy and noticing the width of the ring's ropes, she came up with a devious payback for the blonde. "But for you, plastic bitch, your punishment is still not over!"

In a maneuver that was even hard to watch, the brunette pressed her body against Dixie's, to the point where the larger woman's breasts were the only thing spilling out of the ring. Trapped beneath the ropes, the blonde was incredibly vulnerable, and she then proceeded to, a bit awkwardly admittedly, slam, scratch and uppercut the glands in a truly brutal display, once again filling the opposite pair with bruises. Overall, she managed to slam the breasts around eight times, each enforced by a poignant taunt from the brunette.

"This...is....for all....you've done....to my breasts.....WHORE!"

Truly, this was Dixie's personal hell. No one had ever hurt her girls this badly, and if not stopped soon, Reiko would surely end the fight then and there. So to break free, in a truly bestial attack, the blonde reached her hand to the Japanese's face, and brandished her claws almost as if looking to gauge her eyes out. Looking to avoid any permanent damage, Reiko recoiled, giving the American just enough leeway to break free, punch her hard in the face and trap her enemy in a painful armlock/crotch grab combo.

"Yer a freaking psycho! Messin' with my ladies like that, guess what I said the other day about yer momma not punishin ya hard enough was true after all", she whispered in her restrained foe's ear, almost seductively. "Guess it's up to me again to teach ya a lesson. And since I already played enough with yer tits, you gave me a great idea to hurt yer behind's for real..."

Mimicking the Japanese's attack, Dixie then proceeded to shove her through the ropes, but she didn't stop at just the breasts. Almost like liquid going through a straw, she kept forcing and pummeling the smaller woman's entire upper body out of the ring, leaving only her exposed bare ass still inside the arena.

Licking her lips, Dixie then went gleefully on a true spanking spree, hitting Reiko's butt as hard as she could. She didn't stop at just slaps either, also scratching and punching her ass until the cheeks were just as red as the blonde's breasts currently stood. Even the brunette's crotch wasn't safe, as Dixie made sure to sneak a couple painful claws on her enemy's lips.

Contrary to her opponent's joy, Reiko was yelping and crying at every slap. The blonde's revenge might not have been exactly as painful as the atrocity the Japanese had committed mere moments ago, but it was certainly a much more humiliating experience. She felt a deep shame imagining her mother looking at her getting beat up like a weakling in such an intimate manner during the fight for her name. Doubly so since she was dangling in such a precarious position that she had no idea how she could escape her current predicament.

Noticing the waterworks in Reiko's eyes, Dixie cackled effusively. "Yer cryin' now, pathetic whore? If ya want me to stop, just surrender and admit I'm better than you. Then I'll tuck you nice n' sweet back into the pitch just like yer momma would've."

"SCREW!....YOU!....DISGUSTING!......SLUT!", Reiko shouted back, harnessing the few droplets of pride in her soul. "I refuse to lie to everyone! If you're so better than me, you would've been fighting me head-on, and not with such a disgusting tactic, you dirty hog!"

That speech from the brunette wasn't just a frustrated vent, but also a provocation baiting the blonde to release her. Fortunately for the smaller woman, Dixie was just prideful enough to concede to such a boast, even if it's to her detriment.

"Yer really are no fun, huh flatty?", she replied through gritted teeth. "If that's how ya wanna play, I'll oblige yer request. Wasn't really through with you anyway..."

The blonde then ripped Reiko out of the ropes, and in one fell swoop, tossed her enemy towards the other side of the ropes. Maybe she hoped the brunette would bounce back and she'd have the chance to do her own spin on the breast dropkick she was hit with earlier. However, the brunette's wrestling instincts kicked in, and she managed to slip through the chords to escape, falling clumsily on the mud moat surrounding the field in the process.

It sure wasn't the intended outcome, but Dixie was still somewhat pleased with the results. Fixing her hair in a seductive manner, she posted herself near the ropes to taunt her enemy again.

"Well lookie here, now that's a shocker! You called me a dirty hog earlier, but now yer the one rolling around on the mud like a pig! Ain't it funny how life works sometimes?"

"Yes...very funny. But not as funny as this!", Reiko yelled, gripping her opponent's foot through the lowest rope. Knowing she got a very rare second chance to fight back, she would not waste it again falling for a childish taunt. Instead, she was acting with full efficiency.

First, she pulled on Dixie's leg hard, knocking her down with a loud *THUD* to the ring's floor. Then, noticing her enemy laid down, she once again chose an incredibly reckless plan of action. The smaller wrestler leapt on top of the ropes, took a deep breath, and fell belly first on top of her enemy, to the point where their breasts were pressed against each other like pile divers, eliciting a truly unholy howl from both ladies on contact.

This. This had been the undisputed most painful move dished in the fight yet, and not just for Dixie. But Reiko frankly didn't care for her own safety that much anymore. She knew by the pain she felt in her own breasts that the blonde must've been hurt way harder from that attack, and that's all that mattered.

Their mutual hurting was so strong in fact, that despite still having around two minutes left to wrap up the round, they spent that time standing perfectly still, laying on top of the other, breathing heavily and sizzling on their mutual hurt. The bell had to ring multiple times before the girls finally crawled back to their respective corners to have a much needed reprieve.

Propping themselves up using the ropes, both wrestlers stared at each other, looking absolutely ruined. The bruises and scratches from before were nothing compared to the awful state their breasts were in, and it was truly a statement to how well they took care of their bodies that they still had the smallest ounces of fight left in them despite all the damage. Yes, despite the exhaustion and heavy breathing they still weren't done. Beneath the sweaty and matted rats nest of hair covering their faces, their hateful glares were still promising murder.

Their brief moment of silent hatred was broken up by Dixie, as she winced while assessing the damage to her breasts. "You looney skank, what kind of monster does that to another person's gals? You secretly masochistic or somethin'? Tell ya what, when I get my mitts on you again I'm not gonna stop until yer down for good, YA HEAR ME SKANK!", Dixie threatened from her corner, running on fumes by this point.

"You forget who started this in the first place, you fat whore? I've just been responding to your crazy this whole time! And don't worry, when this bell rings I'll definitely have my way with you, cheap skank!", Reiko yelled back from her side of the ring, also clearly exhausted.

"Ya know what flatty? Fuck that bell! I'm gonna friggin' kill you right now!", Dixie screamed, surprising Reiko, the crew, the audience, and even herself to some extent, by sprinting with full speed towards the Japanese woman and pouncing on her before the bell rang.

Despite being unprepared, Reiko's survival instincts came in at just the nick of time to withstand the blonde's savage assault, frontloaded with a nasty bite. And to call it savage was an understatement, as Dixie went not for the shoulder, like in an earlier point of the fight, but straight for her neck, looking to actually do some real damage to her rival. The fangs just lightly grazed the smaller woman's throat thanks to an expert hairpull from Reiko, but the attempt was still felt, angering the brunette even more. Matching her foe's energy, the Japanese dug one of her hands on her enemy's back and another on one of her breasts, leaving intense red marks.

At that point, all hell went loose. Any sort of decorum or wrestling technique was completely discarded by the fighters, with pure, unadulterated rage-filled primal fighting taking their place. The ladies were practically glued to each other, staring deep into each other's souls with hateful eyes while growling and snarling like wild starved beasts. This was, in some capacity, the moment they'd both been looking for from the beginning of this rivalry: a moment to actually cut loose and go at each other until there's a definitive win.

Of course, just because it was a possibility, it didn't mean the crew was ready to record such a development. As the producers were deliberating on whether to cut back to the fight or fulfill their sponsors' contractual obligations, the ladies were already bouncing around the arena like a pinball machine. Even when the crew finally caved and decided to play the fight due to fan protest, the multicam setup had trouble actually following the action. It was truly a pandemonium out there. Faces were gouged, hair was ripped, breasts were bitten, asses were clawed and crotches were kicked. Truly no part of the bodies were being wasted with these hellcats.

Thankfully for the operators, Dixie managed to put the chaos to a bit of a halt. With all her might, she grabbed the brunette by her shoulder and forced her against the ropes, maybe looking to hurt her back or even toss her again out of the ring altogether. She was also trying to knee her in the crotch repeatedly for good measure. However, Reiko was just as battle-crazed as her enemy at that moment. Maybe in the previous rounds she'd been a bit cautious to avoid falling in the mud below, but now, she was fully prepared to go down swinging. Grabbing the blonde by the front of her hair, and pulling on the larger woman's left nipple, she did quite possibly the most absurd judo-toss in history, tossing the blonde and herself straight into the moat. Leveraging the momentum, Reiko also landed with a gnarly people's elbow into Dixie's gut.

Now covered in mud, once again, the ladies were faced with dirt stinging on their bruises, but that detail would hardly be an obstacle to their fight at that point. Reiko tried to land a couple punches on Dixie's face, but the blonde dodged and went straight for a headbutt, knocking the brunette down. Then, like a gorilla, the blonde leapt to slam both of her fists on the smaller woman's breasts, but was quickly met by a mud-filled slap straight to her face, courtesy of the downed Reiko.

As Dixie tried to clean the filth from her face, Reiko coiled on her like a snake, clutching on her body tightly and sinking claws and fangs onto already wounded points. The larger woman, however, had enough of the brunette's tricks, slamming the Japanese straight into one of the metal poles. The blow on her back finally forced her to drop her hold, falling back into the mud. Dixie then proceeded to grab the wrestler's shorter hair, and slammed her head repeatedly into the ground with brutal salvagery.
Following these almost 15 minutes of brutal fighting, that was the precise point when Reiko's pain tolerance had reached its limit. Choosing fully to flight rather than fight, she landed a series of clumsy kicks and slaps on the blonde, looking for any avenue for a possible escape. Eventually, a kick on the side of the ass did the trick, and Reiko then proceeded to crawl back inside the ring, hoping it would provide her with some type of safety from her assailant.

That hope would be totally in vain, though, as Dixie caught on that the Japanese's blows were missing their usual bite. And that could only mean one thing: she had already won the fight. Stepping away a bit from her battle crazed frenzy, the American licked her lips, and watched the despaired brunette crawling onto the center of the arena before entering the field with all the calm in the world. She could already tell she was going to enjoy this a lot.

As she walked around her foe, her first move was to slap her hard in the ass. Then, she stomped on her back. And finally, she flipped over Reiko with her foot, staring at the Japanese's terrified face directly, savoring every moment.

"Well hell freak, where did all yer moxie go? Already had enough, did'ya?", Dixie taunted, with a very contradictory warm smile.

"S-s-s-crew you cxnt, get away from me!", Reiko muttered a reply, all the courage in her body already long gone.

"Now now, we both know yer can't fight no more. But if ya still playin' difficult, maybe I can help more things along", the American slurred, moving on to trap her enemy in a tortuous hold.

One of her knees was placed on the brunette's crotch, and one hand on the breast. The other was placed on her face, pretending to caress her, but with a clear threat underneath.

"I'll ask ya only once bitch, who won today?"

Being met with an early silence, more due to the fear than actual defiance, the blonde then proceeded to lend a hefty SLAP on Reiko's face.

"Didn't think I'd have to repeat myself, but guess ya still have a death wish or somethin'. Again, WHO WON TODAY?"

"YOU, YOU DID DIXIE! NOW PLEASE, STOP!", Reiko cried back, but Dixie had no intention to stop just yet.

*SLAP* "AND WHICH OF US IS BETTER!"

"YOU, YOU ARE!"

*SLAP* "AND WHICH IS STRONGER?"

"YOU ARE, PLEASE STOP!"

*SLAP* "AND WHICH IS HOTTER?"

"YOU, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU!"

*SLAP* "AND WHO..."

*SLAP* "...IS..."

*SLAP* "...THE NEW..."

*SLAP* "....KAMIKAZE ROSE!"

"DIXIE CLEMETS, NOW AND FOREVER!"

"That`s goddamn right!", the blonde claimed proudly, finally stopping her barrage of slaps and releasing some of the hold she had on Reiko.

"G-g-g-great, not it's finally over, r-r-r-right?", Reiko stammered through the words, hoping to finally be in the clear.

"Oh sugah, the fight is DEFINITELY over. But I'm not done with ya just yet...."

***

For the first time in that week, the board was actually satisfied.

The special match "Rumble Roses: Catfight in Paradise" had been a rousing success. Not only did they settle the out-of-control situation they themselves created with Dixie and Reiko, the match also achieved peaks of audience never reached before by the company. Sponsors were somehow pleased too, despite the chaotic final round, and many more were hoping to get in on the next match in this format. The branch into catfights was also appreciated by the other girls on the stable, who really enjoyed the idea of settling their own feuds in that same manner.

The fight was also not the only unique part of the special. Like the producers promised, Albert Sinclair was brought in to have a short post-fight interview with the ladies, and in all his years of journalism, he had never seen a scene like this. As he arrived on the island, he saw three members of the crew struggling to pry Dixie off of Reiko. With her mind clouded by a winner's high, the blonde kept on slamming her tits on the smaller woman maniacally, even after the end of their brawl and the cameras stopped rolling. With the help of two additional men, they finally managed to bring her a safe distance away from the brunette, who was in turn barely conscious.

And so, Albert started the most awkward interview set of his life. Needing to do the interview as quickly as possible due to the situation with the sponsors, he talked to the two wrestlers still buck-naked and covered in bruises. Only two questions ended up being usable, which were then broadcasted to the audience.

Albert: So ladies, that was truly one of the greatest matches I got to watch in my lifetime! But I wasn't the one in the ring of course. How do you feel exactly about your performance today?

Dixie: Well, ya saw the whole thing right Albert? I reckon this has been my finest work yet in my career. I'll concede Reiko got me good a couple times back there, but I feel like no one could deny I totally destroyed that bitch on that ring. And serves her right, for all she put my gals through. I won't deny I fought a bit dirty, but we agreed from the begginin' that'd we got all out today, and I think we both succeeded in that.

Reiko: Fuck.....oh fuck....what has she done to my breasts....the fight was over....please HELP ME! *the interview resumed after a short pause for Reiko to compose herself*. Thanks for the water Albert. You know.... It's a surprisingly difficult question to answer. I do feel like I gave it my all back there, fighting like my life depended on it (hell, in some points it sure felt like that was the case). But despite that, I still lost in such a humiliating and painful manner. I keep running the fight over and over again in my head, and I can't even figure out what I could've done differently to win.  Not sure how my mother would've felt of my performance today, but I think some part of me was glad I managed to go this hard in a fight at least once. That's at least one positive outcome I can take from this awful day...

Albert: Of course, this match also meant a lot for your futures as wrestlers as well, right? Tell me, what do you think is next for Dixie Clemets/Reiko Hinomoto?

Dixie: No no no Albert, yer asking the completely wrong question! Ya should've asked what's next for the new Kamikaze Rose! Cuz yes, as soon as I recover I'll immediately take over the position I fought so hard to obtain. It's gonna be a whole new era for my wrestlin' career, and I hope havin' an American taking over that role is gonna empower a whole new batch of local gals to join the League. Who knows, maybe one of them will even try to take the suit from me in that same manner in the future, HAHA!

Reiko: As previously agreed upon before the match, it's with great sadness that I'll have to retire from the Rumble Roses League effective immediately. It's not easy for me, but it's also the best way I can honour the results of our fight. However, that doesn't mean I'll stop wrestling. I'll be travelling back to Japan, and start training non-stop until I'm in proper shape to build my career back again. It's going to be a whole new era for Reiko Hinomoto, and I hope you'll still keep cheering me on!

And so, the most chaotic week in the lives of these two wrestlers came to a solemn close. Leaving deep wounds both in a physical and spiritual sense, their rivalry had come to an abrupt stop. How long that stop would last though, was still up in the air, as when they left the island in separate boats, they couldn't help themselves from looking at each other one final time. If it was with a begrudging newfound respect, or the searing hatred from before, no one could tell. But one thing was clear: the bond these two shared in the ring wouldn't be gone anytime soon...


EPILOGUE

Three months later

On that particular night, fans of the Rumble Roses League were glued to their screens watching another exciting title defense bout. Well, bout might've been a bit of an exaggeration, as what was happening on their screens was a full-blown massacre. The American idol Aisha was a formidable wrestler in her own right, and had worked tooth and nail to reach the title tournament, with hopes to finally break the two month reign of the current champion.

That champion, however, was the one formerly known as Dixie Clemets, now the new Kamikaze Rose, and she had already built a reputation for taking no prisoners. It had been an incredibly intense five round match, with heavy blows coming from both fighters, as they slapped, grappled and threw each other all over the ring. Of course, Dixie had to let Aisha hit her for contractual reasons. If she had complete freedom, there's no doubt the match would've lasted barely a round.

"And here we go folks, here's y'alls and mine's favorite, the bronco buster! Yeeeeee-hawww!" Dixie hollered, slamming her crotch on her downed opponent to uproarious cheers from the crowd.

However, despite all the glamour, the prestige, and the accomplishments, something still didn't feel right in the mind of the new Rose. Sure, winning that mantle was all she wanted for most of her career, and she of course felt like she earned that position fair and square. But now that the dust had settled, why did all of her matches, even in the brand-new catfight format, feel so....pedestrian? Where are the thrills of when she fought with Reiko? That life-or death twinge that made her fight with all her strength to secure a win?

Yes, as crazy as it might sound, she really missed her Japanese enemy. Despite knowing she was banned from the league, she secretly hoped the brunette would show up and challenge her for the mantle again, and then they'd get to go all-out one more time. Of course, the board wouldn't exactly want to go back on a decision this meaningful for just anyone, but if Dixie became the undisputed most popular wrestler in America, they'd surely pull a few strings, right? But first things first, she needed to keep her championship for much longer, and that meant wailing even more on Aisha....

Meanwhile, on that same day, on the other side of the world, an equally outrageous wrestling match was happening in Japan. This one was not in a formal ring though, but instead in an underground arena frequented by politicians and yakuza alike, hoping to blow off some steam while watching two women going at it, and maybe also make a bit of dough while betting on the outcomes.

Although, on this specific day, it was honestly a bit hard for the audience to chill out while watching the match. You see, on paper, it seemed like an easy win even for the most conservative gamblers. After all, what chance would a tomboyish fighter have against an older woman, who was more muscular and almost twice her size? Well, turns out the odds were not in her favor all along, as Reiko Hinomoto had been raining blow after blow on her now terrified rival.

"Come on bitch! Fight back properly or I'll keep hitting your ugly mug until you're unconscious, you hear me?", she screamed defiantly, hoping to rile her opponent even more, before landing a nasty punch to her tit.

As you might expect, those fights were not exactly the brand of honorable Reiko was used to. They were usually very light on rules, with no referee, no kind of weight limits and even sometimes allowing weapons. But for Reiko, these were unfortunately all she got. Turns out that in a country so honor-bound as Japan, a loss as humiliating as the one she suffered in the resort would not be seen with kind eyes.  And so, wrestling opportunities were incredibly scarce. But when there's a will there's a way, and she quickly found herself in the lawless world of underground wrestling.

Of course, despite being far from ideal, her situation wasn't all bad. Having to fight this dirty every day was incredible practice for when she'd finally get the chance to go back to America and brawl with Dixie again. Yes, despite everything that happened during their match, revenge was still the main thing in Reiko's mind all this time, and she was hopeful that one day she'd finally get her chance of a rematch. And it wasn't even just about her mother's legacy this time. This was about her own, as a way to erase that shameful mark from her past and finally reclaim her position as Rumble Roses' star wrestler. Knowing her opponent very well, she knew it would be only a matter of time until the blonde came asking for another fight. And when that challenge comes, she'll be ready.

THE END

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So everyone, what did you all think?

Did you enjoy a longer story, or did you feel it dragged on somewhat? Did I do the characters justice despite not knowing that much about them beforehand? Please feel free to tell me what you think, I always love getting feedback! And of course, as usual, sorry for any possible spelling mistakes, or any misconceptions about pro wrestling I may have included.

To conclude, I really hope I can keep this up and work on more stories in the future, but besides my own personal projects, I also wanted to formally announce that after this experience I'm open for commissions! I still don't have any parameters set in stone (I feel it would be a bit forward doing this only after one commission), but if you like my writing style and are interested in paying for a catfight story from me, feel free to hit me up here on the chat or on my email (edududu.magalhaes@gmail.com) and we can discuss a possible commission there.

Either way, I'll still work my hardest to keep bringing catfight stories to you all. So stay tuned, and until next time!

[Violet Rae]

finally! a new story by one of my favourite writers!

[Violet Rae]

haven't finished reading yet, but already I wanna say THIS IS A MASTERPIECE. one of the more unique stories I've read related to this fetish. okay now I'll continue reading hehe

[Horny-Jew]

The sounds of fabric tearing were being covered by a series of shrill animalistic grunts, and if that scenario were to continue, it would certainly lead them to a new, much more primitive and violent step of their war.

This got me aroused.

[Edududu]

haven't finished reading yet, but already I wanna say THIS IS A MASTERPIECE. one of the more unique stories I've read related to this fetish. okay now I'll continue reading hehe

Glad you're enjoying it! Please tell me what you think once you finish!

[Violet Rae]

one thing i always loved and have related to in your writing is how you actually make characters matter to the story -- make their reasons and settings for fighting actually felt and exciting to follow. that's something I love to do myself in stories, and you have always done it beautifully in all the stories you've written so far.

with this, it's on another level, I'd say, cos there are more layers to the characters and their reasons for their rivalry. not to mention a unique structure and build up of events that I don't think many do, though I myself have always done whenever I write. this is a peak of its own from those elements alone. out of most femfight stories, truly.

I'd say even without the intent of smut, this stands perfectly as a short story as is. most especially considering the setting, which could very well be just a well told story of rivalry within a particular industry. as well as a great fanfic of Rumble Roses, too, of course! I love this. 100/100!

[Violet Rae]

oh and by the way, as someone who would easily get turned off by a constant focus on racial and cultural stereotypes for trash talking insults, this is the first time I actually enjoyed a story that has those. mainly because those aren't the core driving force to their rivalry. if any, they're more about their wrestling characters as well as, say, costumes for their otherwise catty and bratty bickering. that which goes to show just good your understanding and interpretation of these characters are. I fucking dig that!

[Edududu]

Man, you really made my day again with your insightful comments haha.

It's always incredibly meaningful to me when a story I make hits, and even more when they choose to leave a comment like this, so I have to really thank you again!

I'm happy you enjoyed the build-up I made. It's also an aspect I really enjoy in the stories I write and read, but I will admit I always get a bit worried whenever I dedicate so much of the text to something that isn't fighting proper.

I also somewhat share your desintrest for those types of insults. It was a request from the comisisoner though, so I tried to make them fit as best as possible, and I'm glad it worked.

It's also kinda funny you said I captured the characters well, because I realistically don't know that much about them LOL. I had barely any experience with the games beforehand, and researching them into their wiki didn't give me that much either. So I'm also pleased it hit that much for you.

But once again, thank you for your continued patronage!

[Edududu]