I open the door and see my rival warming up in her black bra and thong. Her body is almost as perfect as mine and I feel a great deal of excitement. I remove my white skin tight dress and shut the door. I too am wearing a black thong and bra. I remove my heels and feel the carpet for the first time, its very soft and perfect for catfighting on. The only furniture in the rooms is a king size bed. Our tits look identical, and I think of how close this fight will really be. I send over a glare of hate towards my opponent and begin to warm up myself. We continue to build up a sweat while our eyes lock with the other's. "Bitch I have really been looking forward to this," I begin to shake my boobs back and forth slapping them in intimidation. "My tits and claws are ready cxnt, if you're ready, lets do this!" I go to the center of the room, pushing my tits forward from my body" (your turn skank)
The longer the wait went on the more I began to wish whoever had set up this room had included a clock somewhere in it, my eyes continuously over to the door as what I could only assume were minutes passed by, though without a clock they could very well have been mere seconds the anticipation I was feeling stretched out. I tried to make the most of my wait with some warm up exercises, stretching out my muscles and building up a good sweat as I went through the various moves which made up my prefight routine, this being only one of a few I had practiced three days a week at my local gym for years to perfect. It was only as I finished my warm up routine that I realized the temperature of the room had to easily be eighty five degrees or so, no doubt meant to do just what it was doing now and get them sweating before the fight even started.
As my breathing and heart rate slowed back down to a resting level I overheard the sound of footsteps coming towards the door from outside, the unmistakable click clack of heels upon the floor getting my heart beating fast once more. There was only one person it could be and sure enough a moment later the door swung inward and Brooke stepped into the room, quickly closing the door behind her and locking it so that they were truly alone. Without a single word of greeting Brooke peels herself out of her curve hugging white dress to reveal a set of black underwear that nearly mirrored my own, my eyes drifting down along her body while several jokes about the girl copying my own look came into my head, though I restrained myself and said none of them despite the angry look the dark haired woman sent my way. My own gaze lacks the hate of Brooke's but is no less intense, my eyes beaming with the utmost confidence in my ability to conquer Brooke and leave this room the clear winner.
While she begins to warm up herself I stand across from her and watch, my arms crossed underneath my 32F mounds as I study her movements and give my own body further time tor est after my warm up. "Already with the bitch comment, you don't waste any time I see Brooke." I replied with a light bit of laughter before being treated to a little show that I am sure was meant to intimidate me but only served to elicit another laugh from me as I can't help but be amused by the sight of you slapping your own tits. I shift my crossed arms a little further up my body to provide a bit of lift to my breasts, putting them on display for you as an answer to your interesting attempt at intimidation.
"Well so have I Brooke, good to see you came ready to fight. Though if all you brought to this is a pair of decent breasts and some nails then I feel I have to warn you, I don't intend to do much slapping or scratching." My words are pleasant in tone but meant to get underneath Brooke's skin all the same, my eyes narrowing slightly as I focus in on her while my hands raise up in front of me, fingers outstretched with my palms facing her. "Lets not wait any longer." I say before rushing forward, closing the distance between us in a few long strides with my hands shooting up to grab onto her shoulders, yanking downward to bend Brooke over while my right knee comes up to slam hard into her soft stomach. My fingers slide from the woman's shoulders down to hook underneath the cups of Brooke's black bra while I shift my body weight onto my back foot and twist sharply to the side, dragging Brooke up and over my shoulder in a standard but always effective judo hip toss to throw her down onto her back, her bra ripping apart in the process.
I wanted to set the tone of our fight the very instant it began, impressing upon Brooke just aggressive and fast this bitch as she so loved to call me could be.
