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Kyliesubmits



Sadie 


Kylie: A tiny start up company places a short add that comes on just after the Super Bowl. It's a local ad and not many people are still tuned in at this point...not to mention that the add doesn't even specify what the gig seems to be; but instead just says that they are looking for models in my area. I decide to give this place a try as their short & sweet commercial peaked my cat-like curiosity. I show up to a strange tiny office at the front of a giant building and tell the receptionist that I am here to get some more information about the modeling contract I saw mentioned on TV last night. She doesn't seem too bright and I start to assume this is a scam but she asks me to walk down the hall and the owners were going to meet with me. As I follow her direction, the hallway opens into a giant warehouse with all sorts of training equipment: weights, mats, workout equipment, and a wrestling/boxing ring. It's a beautiful facility but as I am taking in the scene, a voice snaps me out of my state of awe as the apparent owner calls me over to the ring. We greet each other and I see just one other girl, you, follow me inside from the same entrance. The owner, a tall, fit looking guy about my age proceeds to tell us that he only has one opening for the modeling spot and that whoever was chosen would become the face of this training facility that they planned to open. Billboards, commercials, you name it. This was any model's dream...my mind starting to wander again as I peered over and looked you up and down, not feeling all that confident that I was prettier or in better shape. I was wearing a thin white tube top and some low riding volleyball shorts that really made my ass pop. Assuming that the competition would be decided based on looks alone, we are both shocked when he tells us that we will be wrestling for the job. As we were competing for a modeling contract, the match would be an officiated pro wrestling style match to first blood. As psychotic as this sounded, it did make a little sense as a busted cheek would assure you would be of no use as the face of this new company. I had never competed in anything like this outside of watching WWE on TV so there was no telling if I could actually pull off any move I had seen. I hesitantly agreed, sliding into the ring as my mind raced, wondering if you would walk out and give it to me without a fight.



Sadie: YAAAAWWWN! I flop down on the couch after getting home from a Super-bowl party. I’m tired, but not tired enough to go to sleep just yet.
 
Reaching over to grab the remote, I flip on the TV. Jesus, the announcers are still talking about the crappy game. I’m just about to turn the channels when an ad comes on that catches my eye. Some local business is looking for models. I’ve been trying to break into that world for a long time, so grab a pen and jot down the address.
 
The next morning, I head out to the company, wearing shorty-short cut-off jean shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt that’s tied on the side so part of my tummy is exposed. I’m not as tall or curvy as most girls in the modeling biz, so I have to use what I’ve got!
 
After a few wrong turns, I finally arrive at the place. I enter the building and tell the receptionist I’m here for the modeling job. Chomping on what looks to be a whole pack of gum, she tells me to head down the hall.
 
I take a breath to calm my nerves and head back to find a giant open space filled with work-out equipment. Aha! I A gym! I start to feel good about my chances. I run four to six miles a day so I’m in pretty good shape. Maybe I’ll be who they’re looking for!
 
“Good morning,” a voice calls to me. I look over to see a tall, good-looking guy talking to a girl about my size. Figuring this is my competition, I immediately give her the once over. She’s a looker, for sure, and she’s wearing a hot little outfit.
 
“Well, bitch,” I say to her in my mind. “Prepare to be out-shined!”
 
I walk over to the two of them, flashing my best smile at them.
 
“Hey, I’m Sadie,” I say. “I’m here about the modeling job.”
 
The guy introduces himself as the owner and then introduces me to you – Kylie.
 
“Hey!” I say, pretending to be friendly, although in my mind, I’m punching you in the face.
 
The owner clears his throat and says, that he’s sorry, but he only has one opening. “But the girl that gets the job will become the face of the business,” he said. “The sky’s the limit.”
 
Good lord! This is the opportunity I’ve been dreaming about. I want this job more than anything!
 
I glance over at you again and can’t help it. I suddenly HATE you. You’re the only thing standing between me and EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED.
 
That’s when the owner dropped his next surprise – he wanted us to wrestle in a first blood pro-style match.
 
I don’t even hesitate. “Go ahead and draw up my contract,” I say. “I’ll sign it with this slut’s blood when I’m finished with her.”
 
Walking to the ring, I slide in between the ropes slooooooowly, giving the owner a good, long look at my backside.
 
Heading to the far corner, I lean back against the turnbuckle, my heart racing. What the hell has my short temper gotten me into this time??



Kylie: "Ughh, excuse me?" I sigh as you seem to confidently accept his offer. "I definitely didn't plan on coming in here today to snap some poor bitch in half but I will..." I have a few inches on you, why do you still seem so cocky? I think to myself. How nasty can this little princess be?

My eyes rolling as you sensually slide in front of MY future employer; "Alright hun, it's not a porno audition. If you want him to get a good look at your ass, there will be plenty of time for that when I rip those daisy dukes off" I shout, agitated. I don't know which feeling is more overwhelming; the fear of a real life fight or the jealousy over how GORGEOUS my competition is...

I jump up and down, cinching the black spandex waistband of my shorts high over my tiny, yet curvy hips and tucking myself back into the micro tube top I foolishly had on...my perky 32B's barely being clung to by the thin material.

"I don't buy this tough chick attitude sweetie, lets see if you can scrap" I say with a wry smile as I approach you, raising my hands for a test of strength in the center of the ring. The newly installed lights just above us already causing some perspiration to collect between my cleavage as I suddenly drop to a knee and try to start things off with a cheap uppercut low blow.



Sadie: I see you watching me slide into the ring, and my attitude has clearly pissed you off. You spout off some nonsense about ripping my shorts off. Well, fuck you. I’m liking you less and less by the second.
 
I see you adjusting your skimpy shorts and tube top and have to admit you’re a freaking knock-out. Although when I see the owner….Greg? Was that his name? Yeah, Greg, eating your body up with his eyes, steam pours out of my ears.
 
You slide into the ring and after hopping up and down like a moron, start toward the center of the ring.
 
"I don't buy this tough chick attitude sweetie,” you say. “Lets see if you can scrap"
 
“I’ll make you a deal, honey,” I say back. “If you run home to your mommy right now, I won’t rip your pretty head off.”
 
You smirk back at me, raising your hands up, challenging me to a test of strength. FUCK! This is really happening. I’m a little wary. You have a few inches on me, so will have a leverage advantage. But with the owner, Greg, right outside of the ring, there’s no way I’m backing down.
 
I step toward you, my black bra visible under my thin sleeveless t-shirt, and raise my hands, ready to lock up with you when, suddenly….you disappear out of my line of sight and…
 
GAAWWWWWED!!!  Pain shoots up between my legs! I stumble back, pain-tears forming in my eyes as I realize you caught me with a low-blow. I reach out blindly and sling my hand over the top rope to keep from falling to my knees.
 
I try to catch my breath, looking out at Greg…clearly he must not approve of your cheap shot! But…he’s smiling at you and nodding in approval. Okay…I see how this is going to be.
 
I turn back toward you, wild strands of hair falling across my face, pure RAGE in my eyes.
 
“You fucking WHORE,” I growl, starting to circle back toward you. “You just signed your death warrant.”



Kylie: I stand, hands on my hips and gleaming with confidence as I see you stagger back. Almost as if I expected the fight to be over already..."What's the matter sweetheart, not expecting that?" I giggle; tossing a wink toward Greg just outside the ropes.

My black booty shorts already riding up my ass, creating a perfect frame for my perfectly round butt...I drop down into the splits **pretending to stretch out my legs but really just wanting to show off my long gams and flexibility.

I see you wheel around toward me, your demeanor changing as you shoot a fiery look my way that sinks my heart into my stomach. Okay, maybe she's tougher than I thought...

I raised my hands into a boxing stance...that's what you do in a fight right?..and pressed toward you. Images of my favorite wrestling divas: Stacy Keibler, Trish Stratus, etc. flashed through my head as I dropped my hands and stretched out for a firm grip on your hair...hoping to stuff your face between my legs and deliver my best attempt at a piledriver.



Sadie: As I glare at you, I see you looking back at me with a smirk on your face.
 
“What's the matter sweetheart, not expecting that?" you giggle, dropping down into the splits in the middle of the ring. I'm sure Greg's outside of the ring drooling over the sight of your body stretched out like that.
 
Anger surges through my veins. It takes every bit of willpower I have to stop myself from running over and kicking you in your smug face, but with the pain of your low-blow still throbbing up between my legs, I’m not sure I can get a fast enough jump to catch you.

“That’s right, show off you little slut,” I think to myself, as I brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ll be screaming like a baby soon enough.” 
 
As I begin circling you, you rise up and raise your hands in front of you like a boxer.

"Ooooh..." I coo at you. "Does the pretty girl want to play rough?"
 
I ball up my hands as well and bring them up, already anticipating the pure ecstasy of feeling my fists slamming – crack, crack, crack - into your tender flesh.
 
We both step toward each other, my eyes locked on yours – every nerve in my body focused on not being fooled by you again.
 
Suddenly, just as you step into my reach - the muscles on my arm tightening as I prepare to launch a hammer-fist into your ribs - you drop your hands and sink your fingers into my hair.
 
I feel you rip my head down roughly…but, although you got the jump on me,  this time I’m ready for your cheap trick.
 
As you force me down toward your toned thighs, I slide my feet behind me and surge forward - hoping to slam my shoulder into your flat tummy and drive you backwards across the ring – hard - into the turnbuckle.



Kylie: I see you seething behind your pursed lips, not saying nearly as much with your mouth as your eyes. There is still a fire inside you that I know I have to be careful of...maybe shit talking at every turn isn't my best strategy.

I rip your head down by the roots, contemplating which area I should focus on...I've never been in a real life fight, but I know enough that I need to work the same spot on your body if I want to draw blood. Daydreaming slightly at the thought of a crimson mask streaming down your beautiful face, I don't notice your first effort of retaliation as I feel your bony shoulder drive into my flexing belly.

My balance is lost as I rapidly backpedal, your nails trailing down my slick skin until I feel the cold steel penetrate my lower back...mouth dropping open as you nearly drive me through it. My reflexive headlock instantly breaks as both my arms flop over the top rope, body sulking as your shoulder peels out from my soft tummy.

I gasp as I can hardly compose myself after the first REAL attack my body has ever absorbed. My breasts contracting as I violently cough in air; "What the fuck was that..." I sputter. For such a little girl, it felt like I was hit in the gut by a truck.

Knees bent, ass hanging nearly to the canvas as I lightly massage my ribs with one arm, staring pleadingly up toward you for the first time. I look toward Greg for the first time with a look of despair in my eyes but he just reciprocates the same smile of approval that I saw when I was in control.



Sadie: My scalp is on fire as you rip my head down. A yelp of pain escapes my lips, and for the first time I realize that I’m in a real fight and it’s not going to end until one of us was a broken, bloody mess.
 
Fear pulsed through my body, but also something else…a kind of strange excitement to be locked in such a desperate struggle with a beautiful girl.
 
As you begin to yank me between your bare thighs, these strange emotions give me an extra surge of energy. I explode forward, my shoulder sinking into your warm belly, hoping to knock the air out of your lungs but…whoa! Somebody’s been doing their crunches! You tighten your abs to absorb the brunt of the blow, but my momentum drives you backwards.
 
Yelling with the effort, I drive you across the mat and – CRACK – ram you into the unforgiving ring-post. I hear you gasp as the ring shakes from the impact.
 
I feel you slump down over me as you try to catch your breath. I pull back as you sink down toward the canvas. Boo, fucking hoo bitch…I hope I broke your ribs.
 
Not wanting to give you a chance to regroup, I step toward you and grab two handfuls of hair to hold your head steady.
 
“This is going to hurt really bad, sweetie,” I purr, as I send a sharp knee flying up directly toward your pretty face.



Kylie: As I look outside the ring for help, I realize it is not coming. I HAD to have this job, and I was going to have to go through hell to take it from you.

Your hand comes out of nowhere, blocking my vision as you torque my hair and pull me out of my slumped position. I squeal as I raise to my tippy toes, intertwining my fingers with yours in my hair as I try to alleviate the burning.

I let out a grunt as you unexpectedly whip me over at the waist, flinging my head toward the ground until I collide with the hard flesh just above your kneecap. My loose fitting top pathetic in its attempt to keep my breasts housed in the face of the violent impact as it flops below my cleavage...that was the least of my worries now.

My eyes fill with water as the sting of my scalp becomes a distant memory...I stumble away from you, trying to somehow keep my feet as my hands run over my cheeks in search of blood. I have never felt such intense pain but my fingers only manage to wipe away a mixture of tears and runny mascara as your sharp strike leaves me in a daze. 

Wobbly legs finally give way as a drunk misstep sends me face first onto the ground, my sweaty hair and cheeks sliding along the mat as I try to press to all fours and find my femme fatale attacker....neck straining and teeth clinched as I press to my knees...my worthless top sliding further down my arching back.



Sadie: I cry out with animalistic delight as my knee slams into your face.  I’m hoping to see blood spraying from your nose, but it looks like I didn’t catch you hard enough.
 
I feel a little forbidden flutter of excitement in my belly as I realize there’s a part of me that’s glad you’re not bleeding…a part of me that I never knew existed that wants to keep punishing you.
 
As I watch as you stumble away from me, clutching your face, a funny thought occurs to me.
 
If I had met you under different circumstances, we might have become best friends….hanging out at Starbucks this morning gossiping about boys, instead of circling each other, scantily clad in a wrestling ring, trying to beat each other senseless.
 
But, the universe had different ideas. Fate made you my enemy…the one thing in the world standing between me and my dream life. And – although it makes ZERO SENSE…after all, you’re just some innocent girl like me, whose only crime is – you want the same thing I do. And I hate you for it.
 
I see you wobbling across the mat…the smeared mascara and look of pain on your face making you look sexier than ever.
 
No sooner does that thought flash through my head, than your tube top slides down, exposing your perfect, little breasts. I see Greg lean onto the ring apron, his eyes devouring your tight body.
 
Seeing his attention locked onto you, jealousy surges through my body, unleashing something dark and wild inside of me.
 
As you crash to the mat, I stalk toward you, my thin tank top clinging to my slender curves under the heat of the lamps. As you rise shakily to your hands and knees, I reach down and grab your loose tube top with both hands.
 
“Play time’s over, bitch,” I hiss, trying to jam a knee into your spine as I try to pull the tube-top up around your neck to strangle you with it.



Kylie: As I stumble to my knees, legs bent underneath me as my hands press hard against the forgiving canvas, a flip inside me switches. I have never been a violent person...nor have I ever felt the rage that was now building inside me, maybe it just took a little beating to bring it out.

I can only imagine the gloating you are doing behind my back...the thoughts of seeing you on MY billboard when I drive around the city creates a pit in my stomach. I wheel to my feet with seemingly renewed strength and vigor, starting to turn toward you but realizing that I had a little help to make it up.

You tug on my top and it dawns on me for the first time that my breasts are flopping free. I look down to see the drenched scrap of material hanging around my belly button and my perky girls glistening from the lamp above the ring. Clasping my bare tits and letting out a gasp of embarrassment, I am helpless to stop your knee as it pierces my lower back.

My teeth clinch, eyes squinting as I clutch the arch of my back with one hand, moaning as you yank up on my top again. I manage to stay on my feet through this attack and have a second to compose myself as you struggle to pull the stretchy top over my firm breasts.

While you are distracted, I blindly extend my arm over my shoulder hoping to find a clump of your hair. I scream and fire an elbow straight back, not really sure where on your body I am aiming.



Sadie: My knee slams into your spine, arching your slim body back into an awkward angle. I can tell by the look on your face that I'm hurting you. Get used to it, girlfriend, there’s plenty more where that came from.
 
Gripping your cheap, Walmart tube-top, I yank violently up, trying to work it up around your neck…I can already picture the sweat-soaked fabric digging into your throat, cutting off the air to your brain.
 
But…what the hell...it's stuck!! I can’t get the stupid top over your breasts, with your arms thrown over them trying to cover them up!
 
“I’d try to hide those pitiful things, if I were you too,” I bark, not wanting to let you know how much your looks intimidate me.
 
I can see Greg out of the corner of my eye, his eyes as big as saucers, clearly excited by what he’s seeing. Well, if I can get this FUCKING TUBE-TOP over your tits, we'll see how much he likes seeing me straddling your unconscious body, pounding your face into a bloody mess with my fists.
 
I lean in close to you and shove your hand from your chest. Our faces are almost side by side, my breath gasping in your ear as I finally start to force the top up when…AAAAGH! Your fingers sink into my hair, yanking my head viciously to the side.
 
“Let go, bitch!” I scream, clinging on tightly to your top, when…KI-RACK! Your elbow shoots back catching me catching me by surprise with a hard shot to the ribs. Stunned by the impact, I stagger back from you, holding my side, my breath reduced to ragged gasps.

A desperate thought flashes in my mind...DO. NOT. SHOW. WEAKNESS.
 
I try to fight through the dull throb of pain and focus on the only thing that matters in the world to me right now…hurting you.
 
With a primal scream, I hurl myself at you, my shoulder lowered, hoping to catch you off guard and spear you to the mat.



Kylie: I whip my head around, exuberant that my elbow found its mark, and just catch your teeth clinching in pain for a brief moment. "You aren't that tough bitch, don't act like you can shake that off" I giggle....shimmying the tattered remains of my top below my hips and stepping through it.

Alright, so this girl isn't THAT special. I knew you couldn't be much more than a pretty face...okay well, a fucking gorgeous face and flawless body..but still...

I flick my top out of the ring towards Greg, who seems too enthralled with the fruits of his plan to even speak. Two sexy girls actually agreeing to FIGHT for a job that requires them to take off half their clothes and model for him?

I glare towards you as you quickly wipe the vulnerable look off your face, hitting your back foot and sprinting towards me again from distance. My panting starts to slow as I have begun to recover from your rapid start...composure will be key..one mistake can end this.

Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice....I wrap my arm around your neck as you bury your head into my belly, gripping your throat in a front facelock as you drive me into the ropes again...but this time I am in control.

Breast pressed against your cheek, feet frantically pedaling backwards....my back bounces off the ropes, propelling my body to spin around yours as I drop to my ass hoping to slam you face first into the canvas with a nasty DDT.



Sadie: I watch dumb-founded as you step out of your tube-top and fling it out to Greg. Seriously? Jesus.
 
“Do you want me to wait while you give him a blow job too,” I spit at you, glaring jealously at your incredible body.
 
Your only reply back to me is a sneer so effing bitchy, my temper EXPLODES. Before I even think about what I'm doing, I'm flying across the ring toward you, a blur of wild hair, bare skin and evil intentions.
 
SLAP! My shoulder crashes into your bare belly as I surge forward, every muscle in my body focused on driving you back through the ropes onto the hard concrete floor.

If a genie appeared in front of me right now and granted me three wishes, I'd use my first one to have 100 free punches to your face, and I'd grant the other two to charity.
 
I'm lost in this happy daydream when….AACCKH!! Your slender arm snakes around my head, yanking me up tight against your body. My face is smashed against your soft breast which I might find somewhat pleasant if it WASN’T ATTACHED TO THE GIRL TRYING TO BEAT ME INTO A BLOODY MESS!
 
Boing! As we hit the ropes, you use my own momentum to spin me around. Feeling you take control, I slide my hands up to your slim hips and try to push you off of me, but your forearms cinches up hard into my throat just before…WHOOOSH!
 
My hair streams upward as the mat comes up towards me fast. Before I realize what's happening *KI-RASH* with a sickening crack, my head is driving into the canvas with your full weight behind it. The ring shudders from the brutality of the DDT. I cry out from pain radiating through my head and upper spine. My brain blinks on and off, like a faulty light bulb. Where the hell am I? I blink seeing bright lights glaring down at me and feeling a rough canvas on my bare skin.

All I remember is...I'm not safe....and if I don’t regain my senses, like RIGHT NOW, I’m going to be in big trouble.



Kylie: The last thing I feel before impact, the straining in your neck as you brace for the collision, dissipates moments after your face slams into the ground...your body a limp display in the center of the arena. "You wanted Greg to look at you right hun?" I whisper in a coarse tone...my attitude having drastically changed since the beginning of the fight.

I take a moment to gloat, swinging my hips as I circle you...performing my best "modeling strut" as this job is mine.

"Now that I get a chance to really inspect every piece of this scrawny body of yours, I think it's actually for the best that we didn't blow it up on a billboard" I whisper as I kneel next to your sprawled corpse. **What a load of bullshit...maybe I just couldn't stop myself from talking shit but damn!! was I jealous of your perky little frame. Time to ruin it for good...

I place my hand on your cheek, tossing your head back and forth to wake you from your dazed nap before sliding my hand sensually down your chest and into your cleavage, grabbing a handful of your tank and ripping you up.

Sweat drips down your belly as I press against you, cupping the back pockets of your micro jean shorts and wedging them up your ass before pressing my arms deep into the arch of your back and trying to lift you into a bearhug.



Sadie: As I lay on the canvas, my feet lightly kicking the mat, I see a slim, blurry figure circling around me. I blink-blink-blink trying to get my wits about me.  Awareness trickles back in drips and dribbles. Now, where am I? Something about a modeling job…and meeting a hot girl named Carey? Kyra?….and climbing into a wrestling ring…and blood…boy, I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because this is all sounding a liiiiiiiiittle far-fetched.
 
My eyes focus, unfocus, then re-focus again as the blurry shape bends down toward me. And look at this! What a beautiful face! A soft hand descends to touch my cheek. Ahhh, this must be an angel here to help me! Whoa! Easy there! OUCH! What the FUCK! This angel’s being kind of rough with me! And then, with the burst of a thousand flashbulbs going off at once in my brain and I remember just where I am!

In the ring with a girl who's trying to humiliate me!
 
I try to roll away from you, but your hand slides down my chest. Despite my panic, I feel my nipples tighten as your fingers move over my breasts...and then...AAGH!
 
You yank on my tank-top, roughly pulling me off the mat. The fabric starts to rip down the front, but holds long enough for you to drag me to my feet. Dammit! If I was wearing that cheap stuff you wore, it would have torn free and I could have rolled away.
 
Sweat-damp hair clings to my face as I stagger up. I see Greg leaning in - the front of his pants probably stretched to the limit -  as you press your body against mine. I instinctively bring up my arms to try to push you away, but you're one step ahead of me, sliding your hands down to yank up hard my jean shorts. I scream out as the denim cuts into me ass.
 
As I whimper, I feel your arms snake up, and begin squeezing into my lower back. I gasp as your slender muscles pop, crushing my body into yours. My feet lift up from the canvas as you lean back, locking me in an merciless bear-hug.  I arch my back in agony, pressing desperately against your shoulders for relief, but my struggles seem only to motivate you to squeeze me harder. 
 
Gawd! My ribs feel like they’re about to snap…I need to do something fast. Grabbing hold of your hair with my left hand, I lean into you and, reaching up to your face with my right hand, try to rake my perfectly manicured nails across your beautiful eyes.
 
“let….me…..go….bitch……” I gasp.



Kylie: Your golden legs wrap around my ribs, seeming to go on forever as I feel your feet sliding against the thin, sweaty material of my shorts. **Maybe some panties would have been a good idea today...speaking of panties!! I mutter to myself..

One hand drifts from your lower back down below the waist of your shorts, squeezing the band of your thong and cinching it up into a wedgie. I scream, teeth gritting as I try to rip your pussy in half.

"Ugh, that bra has got to go..." I mumble into your cleavage; your breasts extended into my face as you squeal for help. I start to fight with myself, trying to decide if I would rather keep your tits under wraps or expose them and humiliate you...do I really want to take the chance of your body showing me up again? Your girls look pretty appetizing in that form fitting outfit..

Drifting off into my fantasies again, I don't catch your arms working their way up for a counter attack...

"Time to mix that mascara with a nice shade of red!" I grunt, lifting your body slightly higher as I get ready to slam your crotch down on my knee and start attacking that beautiful face. GAHHHH I moan as your nails scrape across my face. I drop you into the corner as I spin into the ropes, holding my puffy eyes and hanging over the top rope...your body just a blurry shape as I squint through the smeared mascara and tears filling my cheeks.



Sadie: I rip my fingernails across your eyes with the ferocity of a wild animal and sob with relief as I feel your arms go slack around me. I fall back into the corner on wobbly knees, desperately sucking wind. Damn…for such a sweet looking girl, you are a pain in the ass.
 
Feeling a slight breeze, I look down to see that my shirt is ripped down the front, exposing my black bra underneath. Well, screw modesty...I think we’re well past that point. I finish tearing it off and toss it out of the ring.
 
I push myself unsteadily away from the corner. The match is starting to take a toll on my body - my head is pounding, my neck is sore, my ribs are bruised. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but it’s nothing fifteen Bloody Mary’s and a bottle of Advil can’t handle.
 
The only good news is, that by the looks of you, staggering away from me, you’re not doing much better.
 
For a brief second, I wonder…what in the fuck are we doing? My parent’s always told me to fight for my dreams, but, hell, I didn’t know they meant that LITERALLY!
 
Well, they’ll be time for philosophical musings later. Right now I need to get back to the more pressing business at hand, which is beating the holy shit out of you.
 
I come up behind you as you lean against the rope, trying to wipe the tears out of your puffy eyes. Sinking my hands into your hair, I yank your head up and spit in your face. “You think you’re better than me, bitch?” I scream in your face. “Every time you see MY picture on a  billboard and MY body on TV, remind yourself…you’re WORTHLESS!”
 
Tightening my grip in your wavy locks, I sprint across the ring toward the far corner hoping to drag you with me and slam you face-first into the turnbuckle.



Kylie: A sudden stinging sensation takes the focus away from my howling eyes...my hair ON FIRE as you wheel me around. I take a moment to focus as I wipe the makeup out of my face, WHOA...my eyes snapping up to yours after a few seconds of checking out your, ummm, girls that were now temptingly covered only by a black lace bra.

Opening my mouth to respond to your taunts; "You scrawny BITCH, no one wants to look at your bloody face blown up on a billb..." my sentence being cut off by squeals as you walk me across the ring.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I scream before you toss me towards the hard turnbuckle...my tits smashing down around the cold steel...you missed your mark. A soft moan escapes from my pursed lips as I cup my beaten breasts. "GAH jealous much??" I whimper...one arm hanging limp over the top rope as I massage my most prized asset.

My body was weakening but I could tell I had done some damage as you stood panting just as heavily as I was in front of me. **Time to play some possum, I thought...pleadingly sliding my hand between your cleavage and gripping your bra clasp between your perky little breasts. "Please...." I whispered, hoping you lower your guard.



Sadie: As I sink my fingers into your soft hair, you start spitting and sputtering, as usual,….calling me a scrawny bitch along with some lame threats.
Good lord! Why in the hell did I throw my ripped shirt out of the ring? If I had an ounce of sense I would have stuffed it in your mouth to shut you up.                                                 
Tightening my grip on your mane, I fly across the ring, pulling you with me. Reaching the far corner, I cry out as I slam your face toward the turnbuckle.
 
You crash into the corner with ring-shuddering force…but DAMMIT! The punishment I’ve absorbed from you has weakened me enough to throw my aim off – and it’s your breasts that smash into the hard metal.
 
You slump down, clutching your breasts, whimpering…”Jealous much?”
 
Inside I yell – “YES!”
 
Outside - I say “Jealous of what? Sorry I didn’t bring my microscope.”
 
You slump back in the corner, your hair hanging down in your face, as I start to step forward to try to finish you off. But, just as I'm about to climb onto the second turnbuckle and start hammering your face, something over your shoulder catches my eye – a video-camera aimed at the ring with a red light blinking.
 
WHAT THE FUCK? Greg is taping this?
 
A thought flashes through my head – is this whole thing a scam? What if there is no job and this freaking pervert just uses this modeling gig as bait to lure in young girls to fight for him!
 
My thoughts are interrupted when you stumble forward, your hand sliding pitifully between my breasts.
 
“Please…” you whimper, turning your beautiful, pain-filled eyes up to me.
 
A second ago, your weakness would have unleashed the animal side of me that wants to crawl out of this ring covered in your blood.
 
But as your fingers linger on my bra-clasp, I hesitate ever so slightly, still thinking about the camera and what it might mean...



Kylie: What the hell is this girl doing?? I think....could this actually work? You seem preoccupied with something behind me but what the hell do I care, I need to get back on top! I feel your nails scrape down the back of my neck, a tingle sending shivers up my spine.

"I'm sorry! I take it back...just leave my tits alone I can't take any more!" I moan, tears welling up in my eyes.

I should've been an actress, screw modeling! I'll take my Oscar now, please....

I suddenly shoot a wicked glance that pierces your big, beautiful eyes...peering through my low-hanging bangs, I viciously scrape my hand down your chest, trying to rip your bra in half. It's only fair right? Screw jealousy, I want to have fun with your girls.

I wrap my fingers around your chin, holding your head up like I am rearing back for a calculated slap before sinking my fist deep into your denim covered crotch. Those shorts were gonna have to go...

How is it that I keep forgetting the goal of this fight? I could break your perfect little nose in a second but the excitement I was getting from playing between your legs was a feeling I couldn't satiate enough.



Sadie: I see you look up at me, tears pooling in your beautiful eyes, begging me in a trembling voice that you can’t take it any more.
 
You look so sweet and vulnerable, half of me wants to take your poor disheveled body in my arms and hold you.
 
But, as you reach out to me, placing your hand gently on my chest, my darker half – the half that wants to pound you into oblivion - takes control.
 
“Have you had enough, sweetie,” I purr at you. “Well, I’ve got an itsy-bitsy piece of bad news for you…you’re not getting out of this ring until you're a sobbing, bloody mess...kay, kay girlfriend?”
 
My smart-ass taunt barely leaves my mouth when your whole expression does a loopity-loop. Your sad-girl whimper flashes into a mean-bitch sneer and your tear-filled eyes flare up with a cold light.
 
You FUCKING BITCH! You were faking it??? And, even worse, I fell for your B-movie actress skills?? Pure rage roars into my brain, waving a broom, chasing out any remote thoughts of mercy I had for you. All that's left is the raw desire to completely ruin you.

But before I can react, your hand on my chest curls into a claw, your nails digging into my soft skin. I yelp in pain as you rip them down between my small, round breasts.
 
I feel a slight tug as you catch my bra and then, with a SNAP, it’s off, leaving us both topless. I can't help but wonder if Greg’s eyeballs have popped out of their sockets yet.
 
Acting on pure instinct, I start to step forward to shoot an elbow toward you chin, but your hand shoots out, gripping me by the chin. As you force my head up, I almost laugh. Way to telegraph your move, you stupid whore!! Clearly you’re going to throw a punch at my face to try to open me up.
 
I move my hands up to block your fist when….OOOOMMMMPH!!! You fire a hard shot down below, slamming your fist into my denim-covered kitty! My breath whooshes out as pain explodes up through my crotch into my lower belly.
 
Needing to regroup, I stagger back away from you, my hair falling over my face, trying to catch my breath…



Kylie: For a second, I stare up at your soft eyes and feel a bit of remorse...fuck Greg and this job! You seemed like a sweet girl, under any other circumstances I could see us cuddling up on the couch watching movies and eating ice cream together.

Just as the desire to take your hand in mine and walk out on this pervert together starts to creep in, you open your mouth...your firecracker attitude unable to resist spitting another threatening message my way.

Never mind, screw this slut...someone has to teach her to keep that sexy little trap shut. My whimpering is gone in an instant, and by the look on your face you bought my little routine; hook, line, and sinker.

"Meoow, sorry kitty cat!" I sneer, squealing as I pop your gorgeous bra off and expose your perfect little nipples. Are you fucking kidding me??! I want to take those flawless things home with me!

You look dishevelled...the bright yellow floodlights illuminating every drop of sweat as it glistens down your cheek and disappears into your perky cleavage. Dammit! If I spent half as much time digging into your silky skin as I did admiring it, this would be over!

I feel the sharp blast of air from your lungs breeze over my shoulder as I peel my fist out from between your milky thighs. AHA! Finally it hit me the body part I was going to ruin...I craved to see the look on your puppy dog face as a river of blood trickled down your body...so naturally I can't choose your face as my target! Time to unwrap that pussy and make it purr!

I stalked you as you fell away from me, your bangs blinding you to my movements as I was on top of you before you could look up. I wrapped my right leg behind your knees and gave you a polite shove to your back...mounting your tummy before sliding my hands into your pants and trying to unwrap my new toy.



Sadie: I stumble across the ring, trying to get my wits about me after what seems like your THOUSANDTH cheap shot. I take a deep breath and push a strand of damp hair out of my face to try to get my bearings and see where you are and….what’s that slim, sexy shadow doing down there on the canvas…FUCK! IT'S YOURS!! You’re right behind me!
 
I start to spin around to face you when your leg snakes around my knees and, thanks to a stiff shove from you, I go tumbling to the mat.
 
I land on my back and immediately begin to try to scurry away from you, pushing against the mat with my feet, hoping to reach the ropes. But, waaaaaay before I can make it….UUUUMMMPH!...you plop down on my belly. You’re turned away from me, which gives me a good look at the tight shorts clinging to the slender curves of your butt. Nice, indeed! I’m guessing you’re no stranger to the Stair Master.
 
“If you’re serious about modeling, you might want to lose a couple of pounds,” I hiss, trying to wriggle out from under you.
 
I keep my eyes locked on you, wondering why in the hell you’re facing facing my feet. Has this bimbo even seen a first blood match on TV before?? It’s not exactly rocket science…especially since the whole goal of the match is spelled out right there in the name – First. Blood.
 
Anybody with half a brain would have tried to straddle me and pound my face. But, then again, girls as pretty as you aren't usually the sharpest tools in the shed. Still…I focus on your every move, thinking you might try to shoot backwards and slam an elbow into my cheekbone.
 
So, I’m completely caught off-guard when you lean down and place your hand on my lower tummy and slide it down, down, down…WHAT THE HELL?? I feel you fumbling around with the button on my jeans shorts!
 
The image of the camera outside the ring filming us flashes through my brain. The idea that half the world will have seen you ripping off my shorts on YouTube by tomorrow morning sends the chemical equivalent of a thousand Red Bulls pumping through my veins! FUCK YOU, SISTER!

As I feel my jean shorts unsnap, I lurch up with a cry, grabbing for your hair with my left hand and your shoulder with my right, hoping to jerk you back roughly, so you’ll fall back onto me.



Kylie: "HA! you are one to talk about the perfect figure!" I bark; spinning my head around and giving your perfect little nipple a twist...feeling your body squirm underneath me.

Your tight belly contracts under my ass as you fight to break free but I have you right where I want you. I might just make myself comfortable up here! I can't complain about the view either...

I wiggle around your jeans, my hands hardly listening as they worthlessly struggle with the snap; "FUCKK!! What, is this fucking button glued together?!" I scream, pounding your crotch with my fist in frustration. I start to give up on the button and resort to ripping, tangling my fingers in the belt loops just as my metal nemesis finally opens up for me...

My teeth clinch with excitement as one hand holds your waistband tight and the other begins to slide down your tummy headed straight for my new play toy! Just as my fingers slide over your waist, my neck whips back violently.

I let out a horrific cry as you snap my head back, but I brought something with me...I was somehow able to maintain my grip on your belt loops, though you practically broke my fingers, and swing your legs back with me. Your long, sexy limbs helplessly dangling straight in the air as I kept trying to expose your lower half. 

Your hips were practically in my lap as you continued to pull on my hair and in turn, bend yourself over at the waist as I had a death grip on your jeans. "You are ripping your own shorts off, slut! You could have just asked" I squealed...blindly reaching through your legs and trying to work the thick material over your round ass.



Sadie: As I buck and squirm under you, you reach back and twist my nipple. Ouch!! I yelp out, though more out of humiliation than pain. You're going to have to do better than that, girlfriend!
 
I thrust my hips up, trying to throw you off of me, but you manage to stay on top of me, your hands still furiously working on the button of my jean shorts.
 
“I’d think a whore like you would know how to get a pair of pants off,” I spit up at you.
 
You respond by balling up your fist and hammering my crotch. AAAAHHHH!  My back arches up in agony as my screams echo around the gym.
 
I almost sob in relief when, after a final blow, you go back to work on my jeans. Desperate to escape, I reach up and grab your hair and shoulders, when….SNAP!...my button finally gives way to your clumsy groping.
 
You bitch!! I rip back your head as hard and the sharp cry of pain from you is music to my ears. I keep tearing at your hair like a crazy girl, trying to throw you off of me, but, with every move I make, I feel a tug hard on my shorts…as if I’m ripping off my own jeans. What kind of sorcery is this???
 
I yank at you again, the slender muscles of my arm straining, and this time, I catch a glimpse of your fingers wrapped in my belt loops.
 
Damn, girl! Are you obsessed with ALL jean shorts? Or just mine? Because, if I didn’t FUCKING HATE you with every fiber of my being, I would buy you a pair for Valentine’s Day.
 
You squeal like a rodeo clown trying to stay on top of my thrashing body when I feel your fingers slide between my legs and start working my shorts from under the curve of my bottom and down my thighs.
 
I feel the blood rushing to my face at being publicly stripped, but, I also realize that the last thing I need is to have my pants halfway down my legs, cutting of my movement. Time to cut my losses!

I kick my legs up toward my hips, catching the waist of my shorts with my left foot feet. With a groan, I push them down past my calves, over my feet and onto the mat.
 
I can feel Greg's eyes all over me. I’m guessing at least one of his hands would be below decks, I can't think about that right now...not when you need to be FUCKING DESTROYED.
 
You're still on my tummy facing away from me, distracted over your little victory. Enjoy it...it's going to be the last one you have.

"Stay right there, girlfriend," I think, drawing back my right fist. "I've got a little present for you. And, then, with all the force I can summon from my tiring body, I drive it as hard as I can toward your kidneys.



Kylie: I am ENTIRELY too thrilled with seeing those pants finally on the floor. A horrible pickup line I have heard a thousand times flashes into my mind; "Those pants look good on you, they'd look even better on my floor.." wait what the hell was I thinking? I can't imagine trained cage fighters have this much trouble keeping their mind focused.

Reaching down to the canvas to grab your booty shorts and raise them into the air like a prize, I feel a sickening pain shoot through my tummy...my mouth dropping open as I crumple over like I got shot. My belly contracts as I curl into the fetal position, moaning as I roll as far away from you as possible and dragging myself up to all fours.

My eyes flash around the ring; Greg couldn't have imagined a fight this hot in his wildest of fantasies. A bit of drool drips from my lip as I have yet to be able to close my gaping mouth...it feels like I got hit in the belly button with a basketball.

I hear you climbing to your feet, huffing and puffing as the stalemate of our fight seems to be riding your last nerve. I have to hide the fact that I MAY very well have a few broken ribs. My teeth clinch, eyes squeezing shut for a split second before I bat them wide open again as I reach my feet.

My chin hangs low, looking up at you through my wet bangs with the most terrifying glance I can muster..."If only you were as talented as you are adorable" I coarsely whisper, looking your glistening body head to toe. "Leave right now and I won't snap your jaw...I don't plan on stopping at first blood". Secretly I don't even know if I have the stomach to make someone bleed but what the hell, you might buy it...



Sadie: My fist collides with your kidney’s with a sickening thud of flesh on flesh. Bulls-eye!
 
You slump off of me, collapsing to the mat in a fetal position. I roll unsteadily to my hands and then, with a groan, I push myself to my feet. I waver there, my body unsteady, my footing a little wobbly after all of the punishment I’ve absorbed.
 
As I weave there, I see the camera trained on the ring and become acutely aware that I’m completely nude now. Well, I can tell you right now, my birthday suit is not going to show up on some sleazy web-site, because I plan on sticking that camera up Greg’s ass about 2 seconds after I’ve bloodied you and signed that contract.
 
Speaking of you...you're still on the mat, the writhing of your sexy body just BEGGING me to stomp it into oblivion.

“Aaaah did somebody hurt the poor widdle Kylie?” I purr condescendingly as I approach.
 
Seeing me heading your way, you roll onto your hands and knees and start crawling away from me. I don’t know what it is – maybe it’s how helpless you look right now, maybe it’s the way your shorts are clinging to your firm ass, maybe it’s this desperate, intimate dance of dominance that we’re locked into – but some, deep, dark twisted part is licking its lips at the sight of you right now. 
 
Unfortunately for you, that same dark, twisted part also wants to hear you screaming for mercy.
 
I close the distance between us, but before I can reach you, you stagger to  your feet. The painful grimace on your face tells me that you’re hurting every bit as much as me.
 
I'm hoping to hear you say you've had enough, but one look at your face tells me you’ve still got some fight left in you. You turn towards me like some villain in some straight-to-video horror movie and hiss out some bull-shit threat about breaking my jaw.
 
I realize that THIS is the moment. The moment when I can walk away and this sick joke can come to a semi-humane ending.

Do I really want a stupid job this bad? Do I really want to work for a boss that forces two innocent people to fight until one is seriously injured? Do I really want this girl's blood on my hands?
 
I know what the answer would be if this were a movie. I would roll out of the ring right now, flip Greg off as I grabbed a towel and walk out of here.
 
But this isn't a movie...it's real life. And in real life, I have a bad temper. And a stubborn pride. And an extreme dislike of pretty girls that think they’re better than me.
 
“Is that the FUCKING GAME you want to play, girlfriend?” I scream back at you. “Then LET’S PLAY!”
 
I rush at you in a blur of pure fury, my elbow flying toward your chin, hoping to dislocate your jaw before our bodies slam together.



Kylie: I stood facing you, two helplessly arrogant girls both praying that the other would be the bigger person and leave.

Speaking of learning a lesson...why the hell didn't we team up and kick Greg's balls up his throat the second he asked us to fight each other?...too late now...

I watch you carefully, your body panting rhythmically with mine as we slowly circled each other; near mirrored images of one another. I wish I had a shred of confidence that I was the tougher girl but I don't know that anyone had an advantage right now.

Suddenly you shriek out, closing the distance between us in a second before I catch your body. My hands sliding slowly down your ribs and onto your hips before a mass of bone hurls us apart.

My vision fades in and out..dark barriers narrow my eyesight as I am spun away from you...my back turned as I slowly bring my hand up around my jaw...was this a dream?

I stall for a moment, swaying on the balls of my feet before crashing to the canvas; completely leveled by your decapitating elbow. My neck bounces off the bottom rope as I helplessly sulk to the ground. I land sprawled out like a starfish on my back, staring blankly up at the rafters.



Sadie: The gym blurs past me as I fly toward you. With a scream, I send my forearm toward your jaw, putting whatever scant amount of energy I have left in my body behind it.
 
As our bodies collide I briefly feel your hands slide down to my hips just before my arm smashes into your face, sending a shockwave exploding through my elbow.
 
My momentum carries me past you into the ropes. I slump there, gasping from exhaustion. My arm is throbbing from my wrist to my shoulder. I move it gingerly, praying I didn’t fracture anything.

I turn my head toward just as you fall to the canvas, your neck bouncing off of the rope before you finally coming to rest on your back.
 
What the fuck have I done? I don’t know what scares me the most seeing you like this.
 
That I might have seriously hurt you?
 
That I’m so shallow that an offer of money and a small bit of fame could, just like that, change me into an animal?
 
Or that, looking at you laid out helplessly before me, I felt an illicit thrill of pleasure pass through me?
 
It was that one…that last one…that scared me the most - the realization that I had something dark buried inside of me that was just now revealing itself.
 
Before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, I’m stumbling toward you. Stepping across your body, I half-kneel, half-collapse onto you, my bottom coming to rest on your warm belly.
 
Sweat-damp hair clings to the side of my face, my chest rising and falling as suck air.
 
I can only imagine the conversation with my parents later.
 
“How’d the job interview go, honey?”
 
“Pretty good.”
 
“Did they ask any tough questions?”
 
“Hmmmmm, not really, unless you count getting in a wrestling ring naked with another girl and being forced to fight until one of you is bleeding. But other than that….”
 
As you stare at the rafters with unfocused eyes, I lean down and stroke your cheek gently. You look so beautiful right now, I can’t believe Greg doesn’t jump in the ring right now and offer you the job.
 
I lean in close to you, whispering tenderly, “But, that job’s not yours, sweetie…that job’s mine. And you were a silly girl to think you could have it.”
 
Sliding my right hand into your hair to hold your head steady, I draw back my left arm and, trying to gather whatever meager strength I have left, launch a fist toward your cheek bone.



Kylie: Staring helplessly up at the ceiling, a chilling sight engulfs the calming roof I was quite enjoying...For a second everything seemed more serene as no one was trying to knock the shit out of me before it all came crashing down again.

Your tight butt slams the remaining air out of my lungs..not that there was anything left in there..

I gag, my tummy contracting too late to soften the blow of your round ass as you send me lifting off the canvas and flat down on my back again. My belly rises and falls violently as I pant below you; your pussy rubbing ever so slightly against my wet abs. A fucking GORGEOUS, naked girl mounting my sweat-soaked body? Why doesn't this scenario feel as sexy as that one sounds...

Your fingers run over my cheek, stinging slightly as your nails trail against my skin but gentle...my runny mascara collecting on your fingers. "You don't have to...." I sputter, trailing off as I see your fist raise behind your head.

My reactions are not nearly as quick as they were twenty minutes ago but I manage to turn my head slightly as your clinched hand collides with my twisting cheek...your fist glancing off my chin but catching me enough to still snap the side of my head against the mat.

My face recoils back to you, eyes fluttering into the back of my skull for a moment as my arms fall limp, flat out at a right angle with our bodies. All I can do is pathetically whimper as my fingers clinch, balling up against the canvas material as I know what is likely coming next.



Sadie: As my fist flies down toward your face, I hear you whisper, “You don’t have to…”
 
The girl that I was just two hours ago would have crumbled at these words. She would have rolled off of you and begged for your forgiveness. She would have helped you to the showers and held you as the warm water ran over our bodies. She would have looked into your eyes and said, "let’s start over again…me and you." And then, she would have taken you by the hand and walked out of this gym, waving a middle finger back at this FUCKING DUMP.
 
But that girl’s not here right now. A different Sadie’s taken her place. And, I’m learning this new Sadie is not very nice.
 
So, I’m soooooo sorry, Kylie….but, yes, I do…I do have to hurt you…
 
And that's why my fist is about to....DAMMIT! You manage to twist your head and KI-RACK!! My knuckles collide with your chin.
 
AAAAAAH!! I cry out, as pain radiates back through my wrist from the bone on bone collision as I watch your head snap back, bouncing off of the canvas.
 
I collapse downward...my breasts pressing against yours. Our faces inches apart…my breath falling over your gorgeous features.
 
As I catch my breath, your eyes roll back in you head and your body goes limp under me.
 
My gas tank is just about empty...but I've come too far. I have to dig deep and finish this. I lean down and run my tongue up from the corner of you lips to the side of your ear, where I whisper softly, “It will all be over soon, sweetie.”
 
With a groan, every muscle in my body screaming “no mas!!” I push myself up again. I press my naked thighs against your ribs and slide my pussy over your damp belly, feeling a tingle of pleasure flutter through me.
 
Twisting the fingers of my right hand into your hair again, I cock my left hand back. No more out of control, “swing for the fences” punches. I plan on hammering your cheekbone with quick, sharp fists until you have a pretty new “red” makeover.
 
Suddenly…I notice a small dab of blood on your face…
 
WTF??? Where did??? Not from you....

With a rush of panic, I glance at my knuckles to see that the skin is broken from my punch to your chin…FUUUUUUUCKKK!! I’m bleeding!!!
 
Praying that dipshit Greg is waaaaaaaay too distracted by two glistening, naked girls entwined in some Karma Sutra pose, I bring my fist down fast and furious toward you sexy face – bam, bam, bam – trying to open you up before he realizes what’s happening.



Kylie: I blink in and out of consciousness as I feel your body collapse on top of mine, my nipple brushing against yours as our sweaty bodies press hard together.

I can hardly resist as my head feels like it weighs two-hundred pounds. I can barely manage the strength to pleadingly slide my fingers up your sleek leg and around your tight little ass, hand shivering, before your tongue poisonously slides across my cheek and whispers your final words in my ear.

My eyes grow wide as you press back...what the fuck??!? A cool drop of bright red blood spatters across my chest, dripping down my breast, then another...

Your red rain drops lightly on my face before a river of blood spatters out of my mouth. Blow after blow my cheek is opened up more, my head bouncing lifelessly off the canvas as I start to gag on my own sweet tasting gore.

Greg seems too dumbfounded to even stop you as you viciously continue to slam my face against the mat, your knuckles now coated with a glossy mixture of our blood. My body convulses underneath you, breasts violently rising and falling with each successive punch. I am a gargling mess; my hands and legs lay limp, body spread eagle and at your mercy as I am long gone....



Sadie: My fist slams into the side of your face opening up a small gash on your cheekbone. As stream of blood trickles down your cheek, it hits me…
 
That’s it! It’s over!
 
Except, it’s not…
 
…because I fucking LOSE IT at the sight of crimson running down your face. All the emotions of the past 20 minutes – the fear, the rage, the desperation – overtake me in a rush of roaring darkness.
 
Screaming, I pound and pound and pound your face… the gym filled with the sickening sound of flesh and bone colliding violently.
 
Your blood splatters onto me, mixing with my sweat and tears, as my fists drive your head roughly back into the canvas.
 
At some point – 10 seconds later? 10 hours? - I realize that you’ve gone completely limp under me. I land one last punch before rolling off of you, collapsing exhausted onto the mat beside you.
 
Gasping for air, I glance over at you, to see your beautiful face covered in a bright red mask and your breath coming in labored gargles.
 
I won…so I should be happy, right? Then how come I feel like the worst person on the face of the planet right now?
 
Wincing, I roll over toward you and rise to my hands and knees. Reaching down, I try to wipe some of the blood from your face.
 
“Hey…Kylie…are you okay?” I ask you softly.
 
“Fuck her,” Greg calls from outside the ring. “She lost.”
 
WHAT??? Did he really just say that?
 
“She’s hurt,” I say.
 
“Boo fucking hoo,” Greg said. “That’s her problem.”
 
Is this asshole serious? Fighting you was one thing. Treating you like…like worthless garbage…that’s something else entirely!
 
I look back down at you. You seem almost peaceful lying there on the mat. Now that the crazy emotions of the fight are over, I feel a crushing guilt at what I’ve done. I want to make it okay, to take care of you and apologize for what I’ve done.
 
As for Greg, I’ve had it with his sick, little games.
 
“You know what you can do with your fucking job?” I say

[kyliesubmits]

Sadie: I say, rising to my feet, glaring down at that asshole, my heart racing with anger.
 
“What job is that?” he shoots back. “The hundred thousand dollar a year job that you’re about to piss away if you say another fucking word.”
 
“Screw you, ass…”
 
Hold on…did he just say a hundred thousand dollars?

“What was that?” Greg asks, with a disgusting sneer on his face. “Were you saying something?”
 
The first thing I was going to have to do when I got back to my apartment was break every mirror I owned. Because I was NEVER going to be able to look at myself again.
 
“No,” I whispered, chocking down a wave of self-loathing.
 
“No, what?” he said.
 
“No sir,” I said, completely ashamed and broken.
 
“I didn’t think so, you little bitch,” he said.

[luvsubmission]

Great job ladies. Sadie and Kylie are very talented. I love the details in the match.

[RedEnforcer]

This was just outstanding. I was riveted and entertained the entire time. I love it. Great job both of you!

[kyliesubmits]

God you're adorable, stahhhp it
excited to chat with you again girlie!! hope everyone enjoys this and thanks for the kind words so far!

[jondo53]

Good fight.

[RedEnforcer]

or should I say

 

But my head is spinning right now on who I should vote on.   I love both and would love to put Caliente Y Loca against these two in a super hot tag team match sometime  

I think my Cuban butt needs to walk down to ringside for a better view

Ok see above ^^^^^^   My empty brunette head thought this was in the polls section and said I should vote for this and just realized its a chat log 

Too dazzled by the brilliance above.  I understand.

[leo619]

That was incredible, definitely a good story telling as I could picture just about everything.

[Turtle]

What a great story!!! Thanks for posting it on the board.

[~*M*~]

Amazing, you two work so well together, a total blast, and such a smooth read, thanks for sharing that.

[Lil Tina]

Impressive stuff and a great match.  Thanks for sharing! 

[Emily Layne]

I just realized that I read this since a while now but never commented!
*bangs her head into the wall*

amazing story and brilliant posts!

I knew already Sadie talent, and got impressed by Kylie too!

great job both of you!

[CattyAlexis]

Wonderful fight... thank you!

[Catriona Yummy Mummy wrestler]

Well done to both Sadie and Kylie....always a pleasure and great writing all round:)

Cat x