Written by Wormman and edited by Luciano18
Back in the arena, the announcer began to present the next match, “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said with his booming voice. “Our second amateur match for the evening will be a street brawl match!” This caused the crowd to explode. The first match may have been intense with a pinfall anywhere, but a street brawl meant more violence, and the guarantee of blood. It also meant that the two fighters must have hated each other a lot.
Which is always alright with the crowd.
Cloe has hated Zadie since they were teenagers. Initially, it was just a form of mild dislike as both girls ran with separate crowds. It grew from dislike to loathing in their senior year of middle school when Zadie stole Cloe’s boyfriend and went with him to their senior school dance.
Cloe responded to this as a perfectly balanced teenager would; by pouring the entire contents of the punch bowl on Zadie and smashing the glass over her head, resulting in knocking her out and forcing Zadie to get several stitches. Despite the large crowd of onlookers, no one confessed to seeing what had happened and with no witnesses, the school could only give Cloe an insulting slap on the wrist (as Zadie's mother phrased it) in the form of a few days suspension.
A short time later, when Cloe finally returned to school, Zadie jumped Cloe and broke her arm in two separate places. Again, with no witnesses, despite a parking lot full of students.
This was a start to an epic rivalry that lasted all throughout high school. Several times had the girl’s fought, and each time resulted in one or both of them going to the hospital. Now at twenty-three years old apiece, both girls would still wind up fighting for some reason or another, just for a chance to beat each other bloody. Cloe was fed up with this status quo and wanted to finally escalate things between her and Zadie so that a conclusion could finally be had.
Cloe decided to do this by going after her foe's younger sister.
At nineteen, Latisha was the polar opposite of her older sister. Latisha was quiet, polite, and a diligent student with few friends but a complete scholarship to Empire State University in compensation for her introverted nature.
Easy meat for a Cloe on the prowl.
Lying in wait, Cloe ambushed Latisha from behind on her way home from classes, dragging her screaming down a dark alleyway. The older girl crushed Latisha's ribs, broke her arm, and smashed her head into a brick wall. Feeling a rush of power, Cloe immediately went to her boyfriend Thomas’s place and fucked his brains out (resulting in more than a few bruises on the man and a lingering confusion why his girlfriend kept screaming out “Zadie, you cxnt!”).
?With a powerful sense of dark satisfaction, Cloe could hardly wait for the requests for information about the attack to appear on Zadie's social media pages before phoning up her rival. Upon hearing the exhausted Zadie answer, Cloe offered up the most sincerely sympathy one could possible offer.
“How's your sister?”
Zadie had no idea at the point who had attacked Latisha, but that one sentence put all the pieces together. A sensation beyond loathing surged through Zadie as she promised to destroy Cloe for what she did. Cloe, seemingly mild and acting as though she was discussing the weather rather than possible maiming and crippling, agreed it was time to finally settle things. Cloe told Zadie of the W.S.E.W, and their admission of non-pros to fight in front of their large crowds. Cloe also suggested it be a street brawl match so she could break Zadie in the matter that they were accustomed without having to settle for silly pin falls. Zadie was more than happy to agree.
Now, two weeks later and in front of a packed crowd, Cloe and Zadie were going to finally tear into each other, free of any obstructions.
“Making her way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 125 pounds with a 30 B bust line, Cloe!”
Cloe came walking out to a heavy rock song and flashing lights, a grim smile plastered on her face. Smaller and leaner than Zadie, Cloe looked the part of a goth or punk rocker, wearing a black two-piece bikini that matched her black makeup and short black hair that contrasted with her pale, white skin, a pair of MMA gloves on her hands and matching black knee pads completing the attire.
Cloe carried with her a trash can full of things she intended to use on Zadie, to the point the contents poked out the top. At first glance, the crowd could easily see a bicycle chain dangling out of the top of the can, the metal glinting slightly in the bright lights. Cloe strides into the ring and raised a hand over her head as she set her can just outside her corner, taking in the cheer of the crowds. Ears filled with the bloodthirsty cheers, this is exactly how the gorgeous goth rocker wanted to end Zadie for good. Standing on the ropes in her corner, Cloe turned to one part of the crowd and blew a kiss to her boyfriend who was sitting in the front.? After everything was over, the dark-haired goth rocker planned on celebrating with him all night long.
Now, with Cloe settled, he announcer chimed in once again, “And her opponent, also from New York City and weighing in at 136 pounds with a 39 C Bust Line, Zadie!”
A hip-hop song plays as Zadie marched her way towards the ring. Zadie wore a purple two piece bikini that went with her black skin and long wavy raven colored hair, swaying freely behind down her back.? Just like Cloe, Zadie wore matching knee pads and taped up hands.? Zadie typically wore more piercings, but had removed her nose ring she wore to keep Cloe from ripping it out while keeping her belly button ring as a means to entice the fans.
Like Cloe, Zadie carried her own trash can full of weapons, just as full as her bitter rivals. Sticking out of the top of the can was a long 2x4 plank of wood. This made the crowd even more excited, it was clear that both girls intended to hurt each other bad.
Dropping the trash can, Zadie slid into the ring and immediately charged Cloe. Before the smaller girl could react, Cloe was caught in a spear tackle and knocked to the ground with Zadie on top. The announcer quickly makes his way out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell.
The match was on.
Zadie sends several blows to Cloe’s face and even slammed her head down on the mat, Zadie relishing Cloe's screams of pain. As the black woman wound up for another barrage, Chloe saw an opening and drove her knee right into Zadie’s crotch. Zadie groaned from the pain, her fists falling to the mat to keep her upright? Chloe drove hr knee in again, this time with enough force to kick the taller woman off of her and stumbling to the ground, holding her pussy and whimpering.
Standing up and shaking her head clear of cobwebs, Cloe starts to stomp on Zadie’s stomach and chest, pressing her boot hard into her tits. Zadie screamed and writhed during this, hands impotently trying to protect her chest. Sneering at her, Cloe scooped Zadie up by the hair and walked her to the nearest corner. Cloe slammed Zadie's head down hard on the turnbuckle and then spun her around and forced the black woman to slump in the corner. Backing up a few feet before running right at Zadie, Cloe drove her knee straight into her enemy's gut.
Zadie doubled over, gasping for air and desperate to fill her lungs. The goth rocker woman smiled and grabbed Zadie by the hair, forcing her to look her enemy in the face.
“You’re as pathetic as your sister! No wonder I beat her ass so easily!”. Cloe then punched Zadie several times in the face until a sickening crunch signaled to Cloe that she successfully broke her enemy's nose. That didn't stop Cloe, though, and the dark-haired goth didn't stop her assault until she managed to beat Zadie's right eye to the pointing of swelling.
Slightly satisfied with her attack so far, Cloe decided to take it to the next level. Filling her hands with her enemy's thick hair, Cloe pulled Zadie from the corner before hair-tossing her through the ropes and onto the grimy ground outside the ring.
Zadie landed on the floor with a hard slap and curled up into a fetal position, crying as she gripped her battered head. Cloe slipped out of the ring and to her stash of weapons and pulled out the bicycle chain, to the hearty cheers of the crowd frothing with desire to see the weapon in action. Cloe walked over to the wounded Zadie and ripped off her top, exposing her delightful tits to the crowd before flipping Zadie onto her back
Winding back her chain, Cloe then proceeded to whip Zadie’s bare back, leaving long, red gashes that soon began trickling blood? Zadie screamed with each strike, desperately trying to crawl away from the onslaught. Laughing evilly, Cloe wrapped the chain around her fist and filled her other hand with Zadie's hair, pulling her to her hands and knees. Standing tall over Zadie, Cloe forced her rival to reveal the side of her face and began to deliver hard blows to her temple, pounding her until blood can be seen from a nasty cut.
Pride, unfortunately, and arrogance blinded Cloe into believing that she will win easily. Cloe was made aware of her mistake when, out of desperation, Zadie punched Cloe right in her crotch. The smaller girl gasped in pain and drops her hands to her wounded privates, releasing her grip on Zadie's long, and now bloody, hair. Seizing her momentary advantage, Zadie lunged upward and sent a fist right into Cloe’s throat, causing the goth rocker to choke and gasp as she wobbled on her feet. Getting to her knees, Zadie brought her fist back and delivered a nasty uppercut to Cloe's face, knocking the smaller girl onto the floor and giving herself a slight respite.
Her adversary laid out on the ground and coughing and gasping for air, Zadie staggered shakily to her feet and wiped the blood away from her eyes before grabbing Cloe by the hair.
“I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch!” Zadie screamed as she pulled the goth girl up to her hands and knees. Belaying her earlier damage, Zadie dragged Cloe to the crowd divider and started to slam the cute goth's head right into the steel guard rails. Repeating this several more times until Cloe is unable to kneel on her own and is dangling by her held hair, eyes glazed but still tearful. Zadie then picks her foe up, kicked her in the gut and tucked Cloe's head under her arm and, in an impressive feat of strength for a novice, lifted her high in the air. It looked like Zadie was going for a suplex right on the pavement but instead, the bustier woman dropped Cloe down and slammed her crotch across the guard rail!
The whole arena grunted from seeing the impact in phantom sympathy as Cloe’s eyes bulged out of her head and she slid off the rail and onto the crowd’s side of the floor bonelessly. Zadie jumped the divider and grabbed Cloe once more by her shorter hair. Dragging her on hands and knees through the crowd, Zadie forced Cloe to walk like a beaten dog out to the lobby. Arriving amongst the cheering onlookers looking to refill their ridiculously expensive beer before the pro matches start, Zadie kicked Cloe hard across her head and sent her sprawling out on the floor.
Riling up the crowd with raised arms, Zadie failed to learn the simple lesson that she inflicted on Cloe earlier about pride going before a fall. Turning back to her enemy, Zadie lined herself up for an elbow drop right onto Cloe’s head against the concrete floor, which would have surely crushed the goth girl's head like a grape, but Cloe managed to roll out of the way, causing the black girl to slams her elbow hard onto the concrete, surely causing a slight damage to her bone.
Groaning in pain, the busty woman is unable to stop Cloe, still sniffling slightly but determined to take the initiative, from forcing her to her feet. The bicycle chain having remained wrapped around her hand despite enduring her own siege, Cloe sends several devastating chain-enhanced blows to Zadie's face and stomach, the crowd cheering every blow.
Dazed and barely conscious, Zadie is left staggered as Chloe crouches low and sends an uppercut that lands hard on Zadie's chin, sending blood spurting from Zadie's mouth and knocking her to the ground.?
Zadie moans in pain as her head throbs, awareness barely touching her mind. Teeth bared in a vicious smile, Cloe walked over and grabbed her foe by her blood soaked hair and lifted her to her feet, stumbling slightly under her opponent's greater weight as Zadie proved to be mainly dead weight at the moment.
Mostly dragging Zadie to the concession stand, Cloe reared her rival's head back before slamming her face hard into the counter, leaving drops of blood on the wood that was in desperate need of refinishing. Lifting the black girl up in a nearly freakish display of power, Cloe slammed Zadie down hard on the counter, again emptying Zadie's lungs of any air they might have had.
Her vicious smile still in place, Cloe finished up this stage of brutal combat by flipping Zadie so she was face down on the splintered wood. Gripping Zadie's by her head, Cloe scraped her enemy across the counter like the world's largest page of sandpaper, scraping up Zadie's tits and filling them with splinters. Getting a bit of speed going, Cloe didn't stop until she slammed Zadie headfirst into a display of popcorn and drinks, the contents spilling all over Zadie.
“I always knew you were trash, but now you look the fucking part!” Cloe shot off before pushing Zadie behind the counter, causing bits of popcorn and soda to fly off. Walking around the counter and into the concession stand itself, the goth girl reached down once she reached Zadie and forced her to her feet. Finding the widest drawer she could, Cloe (with one hair firmly gripping the barely conscious Zadie) emptied the contents onto the ground before forcing Zadie to bend at the waist, making the black girl's tits dangle ominously inside the drawer. With a laugh that would have unsettled even herself in other circumstances, Cloe slammed the drawer closed as hard as she could, crushing Zadie's tits like a nut in a nutcracker.?
Zadie finally showed signs of life as she screamed out in horrible pain, her bust smashed and in terrible pain as Cloe repeatedly slammed the drawer open and closed in ghoulish glee, a demonic smile on her face as she seemed to be trying to burst her rival's tits like overly-ripe melons. Taking a moment to savor her opponent's agony, Cloe slammed the drawer particularly hard but then kept it closed, leaning in beside Zadie to whisper in her ear.
“I'm going to ruin you, slut, then I'm going to go back and ruin your fucking sister.”
Releasing her hold on the drawer, Cloe switched her hands back over to Zadie's head and dragged the battered woman over to the drinks dispenser, Zadie holding her big boobs in her hands as she cried in pain. Slamming Zadie's face under one of the soda nozzles, Cloe forced open Zadie's eyes (or at least the one not swollen shut from earlier in the match) as she opened up the torrent, causing Zadie to scream in pain as the carbonated beverage burned her eyes.
“You looked like you needed a drink, cxnt!” Cloe screamed into Zadie's ear as she released Zadie's eyes but forced her lips over the nozzle, intent on drowning her in coke. Zadie sputtered and coughed as the deluge of carbonation cause her throat and chest to burn, soda replacing the air in her lungs.
Eventually, Cloe lets go of Zadie, who immediately falls to her hands and knees as she desperately tries to clear her chest of the burning soda. Sadistically sneering, Cloe takes hold of Zadie's chin and winds up another punch with her chain wrapped fist, aiming to knock her on her back. Zadie, however, sees it coming and ducks out of the way. Desperate, the busty black girl sends a nasty punch directly into Cloe’s crotch, causing the goth girl to squeal in pain. Falling to her knees as she clutched her groin, Cloe was helpless as Zadie takes the opportunity to relieve her enemy of the chain from her hand, disarming her of her potent weapon. Getting unsteadily to her feet, Zadie then takes the chain and wraps it around Cloe’s neck, tugging hard and choking her.
After a few moments of strangulation, Zadie forced Cloe up to her feet and slammed her head hard on the concession stand counter several times, causing a cut to erupt on the dark-haired goth rocker's forehead. The ache in her tits still remained almost blinding, but this caused Zadie to have a rather nasty idea.
Reaching down, Zadie tore away at the black bra binding Cloe's tits, exposing her small but lovely breasts to the cheers of the lobby crowd. The chain still wrapped firmly around Cloe's throat, Zadie forced the goth to walk over to the popcorn machine, Cloe shaking her head and screaming once she realized when Zadie intended. The goth girl's screams were in vain, however, as Zadie slowly pressed Cloe tits against the nearly red-hot metal of the popcorn machine like she was squishing down hamburgers on a grill. Cloe screamed and cried as her tits were slowly burned by the hot metal and tried to desperate wriggle away, but Zadie's grip was too firm and resulted in the black girl pressing Cloe's tits even harder into the metal.
“How do you like your tits destroyed, bitch!” Zadie screamed into Cloe's ear, pressing her own breasts into Cloe's back to add to the pressure, feeling vengeful for her breasts harsh torment.
After a few seconds when the crowd seemed to uncomfortable with how long Zadie was cooking Cloe's tits, Zadie pulls Cloe off of the machine and flipped her around, laughing when she sees the goth's tits are red and welted with burns.
“Not much to work with from the start, but it will have to do.” Zadie said as she took hold of the chain still around Cloe's throat and began dragging the cooked goth girl out from behind the stand and back into the arena itself.
Once back into the arena proper, Zadie lets go of the chain and tosses it to the side and allowed Cloe to slump moaning to the ground. The black girl then proceeds over to her trash can and, after searching for a moment, pulls out? the two by four plank. Walking back over to her enemy, Zadie waits until Cloe managed to bring herself to her hands and knees before slamming it hard across the back of her head, breaking the plank in two and sending the goth to the ground again!
“That’s for my sister, you fucking slut!” Zadie screamed into Cloe's ear and kicking her in the cheek for good measure before almost sprinting back to her weapon stash and pulling out a hub cap and returning to Cloe.
Filling her hand with Cloe's short, black hair, Zadie pulled Cloe back up into a kneeling position. Moving to stand in front of the goth rocker, Zadie took a measure of her enemy before smashing her over the head with the hubcap. Zadie unloaded several strikes with the steel cap, each blow sending blood flying and bringing weak grunts from Cloe’s mouth, so dazed from the recent and repeated blows to the head that she barely remained part of the waking world.? Seeing how out of it Cloe was, Zadie tossed the hub cap into the ring before grabbing Cloe by the hair and rolling her into the ring.
Now back in the ring Zadie decided she wanted to torture Cloe some more to really drive home how pathetic Cloe is. Pulling the slighter woman to her feet, Zadie gripped Cloe by her arms and whipped her against the ropes. On Cloe's rebound, Zadie leapt into the air and delivered a hard drop kick to the chest of Cloe, crushing her tits and knocking her to the ground.
Taking the opportunity, Zadie crawled over to her devastated opponent and shimmied the bottom half of Cloe’s swimsuit off, showing her smooth yet bruised pussy. Getting back to her feet, Zadie then took both of Cloe's feet into her hands and spread Cloe’s legs nice and wide, giving the black girl an unobstructed view of Cloe's womanhood before driving her foot hard onto her crotch.? Cloe’s pussy was practically shattered from the constant abuse it had taken so far, and the impact of Zadie's foot against it is like a hammer driving a railroad spike into the ground, bringing Cloe back to full awareness.
Cloe slaps the ground and screamed wildly from the blow and cries as Zadie takes her foot and grinds hard into her crotch.
“No one’s going to use that foul-smelling pussy again, bitch!” Zadie shouted before delivering a second stomp, causing more screams of agony to erupt from Cloe's mouth.
Chloe is in tears and is nearly begging for Zadie to stop, but Zadie continues to stomp again and again, relishing as her hated rival flops around and cries with each blow. Eventually, Cloe's body works against herself and causes Cloe to pass out from the pain, desperate to spare itself anymore conscious pain. Zadie, despite no longer hearing any sort of noise from her hated enemy, continues to stomp for good measure until she starts to see blood coming from the shattered pussy like a grape oozing out it's under the weight of a stone. Satisfied, Zadie drops Cloe’s legs to the mat, and raises her hands to rile up the crowd.
The crowd, though, wanted to see more and Zadie was perfectly happy to continue to entertain them and had a few finals feats to show them.
Lifting the black-haired goth up by her hair, Zadie dragged the unconscious Cloe to a corner and hefted her up into a sitting position on the very top rope. Cloe begins to stir, but Zadie sends several punches to her face, busting her lip open. Blood and drool flows from Cloe’s mouth onto Zadie's chest as she ascends to the second rope. Tucking her foe's head under her arm, Zadie takes a moment to savor what was about to come before lifting Cloe up and driving her skull right onto the hubcap!
Cloe’s head connects with the hubcap with a sickening crunch, audible even to the crowd standing just outside the divider. Zadie is all smiles as gets up to her feet and flips the unconscious girl over. The hubcap is bent and covered in blood and Cloe's face is a crimson mask.
But Zadie wasn’t done.
Quickly sliding out of the ring, Zadie grabs her trash can and empties the contents on the ground, hands almost shaking in excitement. With the now empty can in hand, Zadie then goes back into the ring and places the trash can in the center.
Zadie struts over to Cloe and picks the battered girl up by her hair, the goth simply dead weight at this moment. Unable to stand on her own, Cloe is dragged over to the can with either girl on separate sides. Taking a firm grip of Cloe's hair and with a primal and savage scream, Zadie jumped into the air and drives Cloe's head right into the trashcan with a facebuster!
While everything had been academic for the last few minutes, the crowd couldn't help but let out a roaring cheer at the brutal move. The trashcan had crumpled like tin foil and Cloe was simply twitching as her body was engulfed with so much damage. A sadistic smile on her face, Zadie rolled off to the side and laughed evilly at the sight of Cloe. Getting to her feet, Zadie lifted her rival off of the can to see her work and she couldn't have been more pleased.? Cloe’s face was covered in blood, and her nose was completely destroyed. Shallow breathing was the only sign that she was still alive.?
Not even dignifying her with a proper pin, Zadie simply planted her foot on her beaten and tormented rival’s tits and waits for the inevitable. The ref rolled in and didn't even bother with the regular speed count and slapped the ring mat three times as fast as possible, before signaling for the bell and the paramedics.
Not that Zadie was done, of course.
“Here’s your winner, Zadie!” The announcer said to the cheers of the audience.? Zadie raised her hands in victory before kneeling down and lift Cloe’s head up so the cameraman could get a good shot of her handiwork.
“This is what you get when you mess with my family!” the bustier fighter shouted, shaking Cloe’s bloodied head around to prove her point. Seeing the ref-ordered paramedics quickly strolling down to the ring, Zadie growled and shot out of the ring to face them head on.
“Don't you fucking dare take her, she's mine now for as long as I fucking feel like it!” Zadie snarled at the medical professionals, quickly forcing them to retreat backstage.
The threat to her fun gone, Zadie quickly circled the ring and collected several of the items that fell on the ground when she spilled over the trash can. Returning inside the ring, Zadie marched over to Cloe and flipped her onto her side, using a pair of handcuffs she brought with her to bind the unconscious Cloe’s arms behind her back. Smiling with sadistic glee, Zadie then flopped Cloe back onto her back and then poured an entire bottle of rubbing alcohol on the goth's bloodied and bashed face.
Cloe wakes up screaming bloody murder, her face aflame with pain. The dark-haired goth writhed around in pain and confusion as to why she couldn’t bring her hands to her face, her mind beset with agony and unable to process complex thought. Zadie simply stood there with an evil smile, enjoying every minute and basking in the screams of her bitterest rival like she was enjoying her favorite band.
Finally (and very reluctantly), the busty black girl aims a kick to Cloe's tit, knocks her back flat onto the mat. Standing over the defeated goth like a conqueror with one foot pressed onto her chest, Zadie pulls a huge U-shaped double sided dildo from behind her back and kneels between Cloe's still writhing legs. Teasing both tips against Cloe's nether entrances, Zadie displayed no sympathy as she shoved both ends into Cloe’s pussy and asshole, sending the goth's eyes wide despite the burning sensation of the alcohol on her face. Cloe flailed her legs trying to stop Zadie, trying to slam her heel into the black girl's back, but it's for naught as Cloe is filled with renewed pain as her ass and pussy is penetrated by the elephantine plastic dick.
“Oh, I know you like that, whore!” Zadie said as she fucked Cloe's nether regions like a bad-tempered piston, “You goth chicks are all such sluts.”
“F-Fuck you!” Cloe screams out between the tears.
“There’s only one person who’s getting fucked here,” Zadie replies, “and it’s not me!”. With that, the victorious Zadie straddled Cloe and, facing her pussy, started to slap the goth's devastated pussy hard while shoving the dildos in. Cloe howls in pain and continues to squirm while sobbing uncontrollably.?
Zadie finally gets up, and causes Cloe to go wide eyed with fear when she pulls out a pair of chained nipple rings. Cloe shook her head and pleaded for Zadie to not do it, but Zadie ignores Cloe's cries. With great pleasure, Zadie slowly pierced both of Cloe’s tits with the rings, relishing her renewed screams of pain.
?“Mm yeah! That’s what I wanted to hear!” Zadie says, her speech slightly husky as her opponent's pain gave her unprecedented pleasure. Cloe glares at Zadie through her tears in defiance, committing the sight of Zadie to memory and vowing to any eavesdropping deity that she would have her revenge.
Zadie just slaps Cloe across the face.
“You want to be like that? Fine, be like that.” Zadie said as she grabbed the chain between Cloe’s newly pierced tits and tugs on it hard, forcing Cloe to either stand up or have them ripped out. Once the beaten Cloe was standing, Zadie forced her to follow out of the ring by her tits like a show dog, all the while taunting the poor girl.
“I hate you, bitch!” Zadie snarled at Cloe, “I’ve always hated you, from the first day I saw you. You wanted to act like a tough girl, but you’re just another pathetic little skank who wants to play goth. You’re nothing! That’s why I took your boyfriend in middle school… and that’s why I’m going to do it again.”
Zadie then tosses the trussed up Cloe over the guard rails, the goth landing right at her boyfriend Thomas’s feet. Cloe looks up and sees as Zadie pulls down Thomas’s pants and begins to suck his dick in front of everyone. Thomas raises his hand and Cloe thinks he’s going to push her off. Instead, he places his hand on the back of Zadie's head and guides her as she sucks him off.
Zadie sucks harder and faster for several minutes before pulling off and rubbing his hard cock and kisses him. Cloe couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she was in complete shock! Zadie looked at her and smiled.
“Aw...still trying to figure it out?” Zadie said cruelly to Cloe while she lowered her purple bottoms and positioned her now bared pussy over Thomas’s hard cock, “It’s quite simple: I’ve been fucking your boyfriend for months now.”
Zadie moaned slides her pussy onto Thomas’s waiting cock and starts to ride him, moaning and panting in pleasure...whether at being fucked or devastating Cloe in a emotional way, only the victorious black girl could say.
?“When you challenged me, I gave him an ultimatum: either stay with a loser like you, or get to fuck a winner whenever he wants. Looks like he made the right choice, didn’t you babe?”. Thomas didn’t reply, he just grabbed a handful of Zadie’s hair and thrusted harder into her wet pussy. Zadie looked down and laughed at the completely heartbroken Cloe’s expression.?
Zadie continues to fuck and moan until she squirts cum all over the floor. Still moaning and shaking in pleasure, Zadie pulled herself off of Thomas's dick and turned to face Cloe. Taking the physically and emotionally devastated goth rocker by the hair, Zadie shoved Cloe’s face into her cum-dripping pussy.
“You see? That’s what a winner’s pussy juice smells like! And that’s what I am,? a fucking winner!? While you, slut, are forever a loser!”? Zadie laughed evilly as rubbed Cloe’s face back and forth in her cum and laughs as the goth cried.
In what seems to be completely unplanned, Zadie's laughs soon turned to throaty moans as she shoved Cloe's lips and nose deeper into her pussy. Now thrusting against the face of Cloe, Zadie's moans turned to screams as she unleashed a second torrent of cum all over Cloe's face, sealing her victory and marking Cloe as the loser.
In a final act of indignity, Zadie pushes aside the now cum-covered Cloe and marched around the ring to Cloe’s own stash of weapons.
“It’s time to take out the trash!” Zadie says before dumping all the contents on the ground and walking back over to Cloe. Zadie then lifts Cloe up and tosses the goth girl into the trash can. The impact knocks her out again and Cloe is left there with her arms and legs dangling.
Zadie raises her hands in victory to the cheers of the crowds.? She grabs Thomas’s hand and leads him back stage, where she planned to emphasize his wise decision to pick her by fucking him all night long.?
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“I want them both,” Paul said to Lana, turning to face his employee. He had watched the match with great interest from the managers box. “Approach both of them with a contract offer.”
“It might be tricky to get both of them to sign.” Lana replied, typing away on her cell phone.
“No, it won’t.” Paul replied. He fumbled through his box of Cigars and pulled out a thick one, and lit it with his golden lighter. “Just offer the Zadie girl a huge amount of money, and she will sign on the spot. That goth chick, Cloe was it? Offer her the same thing. If she refuses, tell her that signing with us gives her a chance to face Zadie again. Revenge is a powerful motivator...throw in an offer for a boob job as a sweetener.”
“You’re the boss.”? Lana said just as a rap came from the door. As the door opened, Paul almost dropped the cigar out of his mouth. Walking through the door was a tight waist, titanically busty drop-dead sexy raven-haired minx. She wore a dark-grey business suit top over a sapphire blue skirt, both of which showed off her ample cleavage. The raven-haired goddess glided in on a pair of black high-heels and smiled in a way that even a gay many would find arousing.
“You needed something, Ms. Binetti?”? She said in an alluring voice.
“Yes I do. But first, introductions are in order,” Lana rose from her seat and stood next to the woman, “Paul, this is Crystal.” She gestured towards the woman. “She’s my new assistant that I hired on from last week. Crystal, this is Paul. He is the owner of W.S.E.W and your new boss.” Crystal smiled again and walked towards Paul with an extended hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, and a pleasure to work with you.” Crystal said, taking his hand into hers and shaking, a look in her dark eyes that one would call smoldering.
Paul was still too dumbfounded to reply or notice the look in Crystal's gaze, blood now flowing north to south and leaving him at a severe disadvantage.
?“I may be Lana’s assistant, but I am also here to aid you… with anything you need.”? Crystal winked at him and then stepped away.
Finally regaining his voice, Paul spoke.? “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as?well.”? He looked at Lana.? “Where did you find her at?”?
“Let’s just say she fell right into my lap.”? Lana said sharing a sly smile with Crystal.? “Now, Crystal.? I need you to go and get all the contact information for the two women who just fought.? It should all be in the waivers they signed.? Once you have it, bring it to my office.? I will be there in about twenty-minutes or so.”? Crystal nodded and walked out of the office swaying her hips back and forth.? Paul watched each step she took.
“I like her.”?
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“I knew you would.? Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head down to the medical office.? If I’m lucky, I can catch that Cloe girl before they take her to the hospital.”? With that, Lana left Paul alone in his office with but a pleased smile and a stiff cock to keep him company.
