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Well, IzzyJewel wanted it, and IzzyJewel is going to get it. This has been bubbling to a boiling point all morning, and Izzy seems to think the FCF crowd will choose her in a poll between us. This will be a NHB cage match in front of the whole FCF crowd, come one come all! The cage will only lift when one of us is out cold.

IzzyJewel (5'0", 95lbs, 32c, 20 years old, member of Mean Girls):
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Vs

Mad-Maddie (5'7", 125lbs, 38DD, 22 years old):
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If Izzy wins, I become her slave in the Mean Girls Mansion for one week. If I win, I become a member of Mean Girls and Izzy becomes my slave for one week.

Yes, I'm aware that it is a mismatch, but little Izzy want this, so I'm obliging the little bratty slut.

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My tunnel glows orange and blue and my name is called from the announcer, so I strut out of the tunnel with me hands raised to enormous cheers. I grin as I step out in my white and pink thong bikini, shaking my perfect chest for the FCF crowd. The Mean Girls are all in attendance too, flipping me off and yelling arrogant, bitchy taunts as they cheer on their little new addition to their clique. I blow them a kiss and reply, "Don't worry, I'll be joining you girls once I put Izzy to sleep. See ya soon!"

I enter the cage and head to my corner, bouncing and limbering up, getting serious and not underestimating the feisty Izzy. I feel a swirl of emotions, only a small bit of nerves, but a large bit of excitement and elation. This bitch is going down, I say to myself. I'm going to win.

"Ladies and Gentleman, introducing Mean Girl....IIZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYY JEWEEEEEELLLLL!" The announcer shouts my name and I too strut through the tunnel, glowing pink and purple, and raise my fists high in my purple bikini. The rest of my Mean Girls are jumping and shouting for me, but on the other side, I hear taunts about my height and size. "Oh, fuck you losers!" I yell back as I flip them off. I scowl as I march straight to the cage, eying Maddie with disgust.

"That's right Maddie, I did want this. Because I know I can win. I know I can. You just have them big, fake fat cow utters, and that's it. Do you even know how to fight. I'm about to beat the shit out of you and then put you in the dumpster, you fucking disgusting whore. Let's do this!"

I go to my corner and wait, the Mean Girls behind me shouting my name. I put my hands on my hips and stare you down, giving you the bitchiest glare I can.

Come on Izzy, you can take her!

"My, my, you really do have a trashy mouth. I'm not that surprised I guess. Tell you what, it sounds like you just need to be breastfed and then put down for your nap. I can take care of both of those for you, okay crybaby?" I'm ready to make a move I know a great deal of the crowd will enjoy. Smirking at you, I slowly take my top off and toss it to the side, letting my enormous jugs bounce free to breathe.

"Take a nice, full look Izzy. They're gonna be the end of you."

I remember that I'm not going to underestimate you, so I get to work quick. While you stand with your hands on your hips like the little arrogant bitch you are, I close the gap quickly between us and use my height and reach advantage to grab to by the throat, hard. I let my sharp nails dig in a little, and I grin in your face as your shocked face looks up into mine, eyes bulging and panicking. "This won't last more than a minute, you little brat!"

Is this a fight? Hello what? 911 I need to report a murder in progress. Izzy writes. Maddie writes. They are both comparable content which I like however....physics...turns out when you increase mass in the force equation. It increases the output force. Sooooo.... byyyyye Izzy.

This is totally a win win for Mean Girls, I'm cool with either outcome honestly. But let's go Izzy!!

I'm pulling for you shorty! Tag team me if you need to, I'll gladly help!

Okay, wow. Straight into choking me. I am nowhere near ready for that move, and panic does indeed flood through me as I stare back up at you. You closed the gap so quickly that I was completely taken by surprise. My legs jerk and I raise my hands up and grab your wrist, trying to rip your hand away, but even now, seconds in, I'm in trouble. Ripping at your wrist appears to have no effect. Gonna have to go dirty early. Balling my fist, I launch it as hard as I can into your crotch. Your grip on me slackens only slightly, but it's enough. I tear your hand away and fall back into my corner, gasping for breath as you remain on your feet, massaging your crotch. It looks more like I inconvenienced  you more than anything.

You stay where you are so I use the cage wall to pull myself back up, still gasping as I return my bitchy glare to my face. "I let my boyfriend choke me every night bitch, it's gonna take more than that.

Britni yells from the stands that she'll help, but I shake my head. "I've got this Britni!"

Time to return the surprise favor. I suddenly use the cage to push off and charge at you, launching myself into your middle with all my might and wrapping my arms around your waist, squeezing as hard as I can muster. "I'm going to turn you into an empty tube of toothpaste, you top heavy dumb bitch!"

In the battle of accounts registered yesterday, I'll take the much bigger blonde with the huge tits over the adorable little brunette.

Your little arms squeeze tight, and I'll admit that for a moment, you do apply some mean pressure to my ribs. I groan as you squeeze, but when I realize that you're putting your all into it and it's really not doing quite that much, my grin returns and I look down at you hugging my waist. "Well, you've got some heart, even if it is a cold little, cruel slutty heart. But wow, you are dumb. Thanks for making it easier for me."

With your face at my chest's height, I use both hands and bring you right into my cleavage, letting that little bratty face take a mouthful of my perfect breasts. Your scrawny little body squirms against mine. I laugh as I pull your head back every few seconds, letting you breathe. I don't really want this to end too quickly now, it is pretty fun! Even better is looking at the Mean Girls in the crowd each time I bring your face back for another suffocating stuff into my 38DD tits.
"Hey, Britni was it? Don't worry, I can do you next if you want. Or better yet, you and Izzy here really can tag team me, I'll put both you little spoiled, poorly behaved children back in your cribs!"

Would that make this a fair fight is the question. How many Mean Girls does it take to screw a- oh wait hold on. I mean "win a fight" my bad, ladies. I have a theory. It will probably make some people mad though.

Pollfights need a mercy rule.... first Vanessa now this. And it's not like Izzy isnt good. Her writing is dope I'm so fucking happy but this isnt a fight it's an execution.

This isn't the worst way to lose though. I'd take zero votes to trade places with Izzy. My advice would be to just fight it Izzy!! Try to make it take as long as you possibly can and enjoy it.  To Maddie I  say very nice. Very very nice and by all means take as long as you like to finish this. I do not think you will have too many complaints. Not even from Izzy I'm guessing so please carry on. Alana is absolutely correct about the writing makes this even more enjoyable and look forward to more from both girls. Please continue!!

Stars explode through my vision as you forcefully shove my face into your impossibly large pillows. I squirm and kick as much as I can, but you have a firm grip on my head. Every time I start to get a little separation to breathe, you bring me in close for another stuff. I hear the crowd chanting your name, clearly enamored by your nasty fake tits. But through it all, desperation courses through me like a wild animal, and like a wild animal, I resort to the fangs.

You arrogantly bring me closer for another stuff into your chest, and I can hear your voice in my head saying, "...sounds like you just need to be breastfed." Alright bitch, you want to breastfeed me. Well then, enjoy THIS! I chomp down hard on the soft tissue of your wobbling right tit, digging my teeth in tight and shaking my head as I do it. I hear you scream, which only makes me bite harder. Your grip on my head slackens, and finally I relinquish your fat breast with my teeth and pull back away from you, grinning with a dribble of blood at the corner of my mouth. "Careful what you wish for, you arrogant bitch!"

This looks like another amazingly entertaining poll! Great start girls!

The crowd is in silent, stunned disbelief as I stand and take in deep breaths, a drip of blood rolling down the side of my tit. My breasts heave up and down with my angry huffs. Bite me? Fucking bite me? Oh...Hell. Fucking. No. I've been mostly civil until now.

"Okay, first thing's first. Your boyfriend? He's only choking you because he's trying to fucking get rid of you. Second. What, are you already at the teething stage little baby? Third...I'm done being nice. The votes are rolling in from the crowd Izzy, and guess what. You were dead wrong, no one thinks you can win. I'm going to fucking destroy you."

Before you can reply or register anything I said with your little brain, I charge at you, grab your throat again, and this time lift your weak little sperm-dump of a carcass off the ground. Your hands reach for my wrists, but really can't do anything. I force you all the way back into the cage wall, your ass smooshing up against the cage, right in front of the Mean Girls in the front row. I see Britni watching on, and point to her with my other hand and yell, "You're next, bitch!" Then I turn my attention back to you, looking deep into those beautiful but cold, dead porn star eyes you have, and whispering, "I'm going to enjoy this. Then, I proceed to smack your face, across with my palm, and back with my backhand, again and again, shouting, "Never! Fucking! Bite! Me! Again! Bitch!" Your head blasts to each side with each smack, and after a good twenty or so, I let go of your throat and let you slide down the cage wall to your ass, weary and rocking around dizzily. "Anything to say, Izzy? Anything at all? This may be the last time I let you talk."

Quote from: Mad-Maddie on January 07, 2020, 01:14:05 PM
The crowd is in silent, stunned disbelief as I stand and take in deep breaths, a drip of blood rolling down the side of my tit. My breasts heave up and down with my angry huffs. Bite me? Fucking bite me? Oh...Hell. Fucking. No. I've been mostly civil until now.

"Okay, first thing's first. Your boyfriend? He's only choking you because he's trying to fucking get rid of you. Second. What, are you already at the teething stage little baby? Third...I'm done being nice. The votes are rolling in from the crowd Izzy, and guess what. You were dead wrong, no one thinks you can win. I'm going to fucking destroy you."

Before you can reply or register anything I said with your little brain, I charge at you, grab your throat again, and this time lift your weak little sperm-dump of a carcass off the ground. Your hands reach for my wrists, but really can't do anything. I force you all the way back into the cage wall, your ass smooshing up against the cage, right in front of the Mean Girls in the front row. I see Britni watching on, and point to her with my other hand and yell, "You're next, bitch!" Then I turn my attention back to you, looking deep into those beautiful but cold, dead porn star eyes you have, and whispering, "I'm going to enjoy this. Then, I proceed to smack your face, across with my palm, and back with my backhand, again and again, shouting, "Never! Fucking! Bite! Me! Again! Bitch!" Your head blasts to each side with each smack, and after a good twenty or so, I let go of your throat and let you slide down the cage wall to your ass, weary and rocking around dizzily. "Anything to say, Izzy? Anything at all? This may be the last time I let you talk."

*Rolling my eyes* "Whatever fatass, I'm not afraid of you."

Izzy is incredible but unfortunately her size puts her at a significant disadvantage at fcf. Maddie is too big too strong and is really making a statement.

You're attack is overpowering as I find myself choked again, and this time, I can feel your anger and hatred through your fingers, squeezing tight. I squirm and kick, but my face turns purple as I fight for air. Then, humiliation replaces the pain as my face is smacked again and again and again. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you let me go and I slide down to the ground, panting and gagging heavily.

As I hear you talk, I don't really hear the words, just your bitchy tone. I slowly regain steady breathing, but I try to make it look like I'm still too weak to do anything. "Ugh...uhh..." I moan. Then, with a swiftness I didn't know I could muster, I form a fist and send it rocketing towards yours womanhood. I drive my balled fist hard up into you, and smirk when I see your knees knock inwards. "Not so fast, you fucking cow!"

Quote from: Mad-Maddie on January 07, 2020, 01:14:05 PM
The crowd is in silent, stunned disbelief as I stand and take in deep breaths, a drip of blood rolling down the side of my tit. My breasts heave up and down with my angry huffs. Bite me? Fucking bite me? Oh...Hell. Fucking. No. I've been mostly civil until now.

"Okay, first thing's first. Your boyfriend? He's only choking you because he's trying to fucking get rid of you. Second. What, are you already at the teething stage little baby? Third...I'm done being nice. The votes are rolling in from the crowd Izzy, and guess what. You were dead wrong, no one thinks you can win. I'm going to fucking destroy you."

Before you can reply or register anything I said with your little brain, I charge at you, grab your throat again, and this time lift your weak little sperm-dump of a carcass off the ground. Your hands reach for my wrists, but really can't do anything. I force you all the way back into the cage wall, your ass smooshing up against the cage, right in front of the Mean Girls in the front row. I see Britni watching on, and point to her with my other hand and yell, "You're next, bitch!" Then I turn my attention back to you, looking deep into those beautiful but cold, dead porn star eyes you have, and whispering, "I'm going to enjoy this. Then, I proceed to smack your face, across with my palm, and back with my backhand, again and again, shouting, "Never! Fucking! Bite! Me! Again! Bitch!" Your head blasts to each side with each smack, and after a good twenty or so, I let go of your throat and let you slide down the cage wall to your ass, weary and rocking around dizzily. "Anything to say, Izzy? Anything at all? This may be the last time I let you talk."

Very nice. Love this Maddie.

Urrghh!! Damn, did not expect that. "Fuck, shorty still has some sneaky little tricks in the bag!" I sputter as I cup my crotch with both hands, more annoyed and embarrassed than in pain. You just stay right there in front of my like an idiot, so I waist no time in getting back to reminding everyone who's in charge here. I suddenly swipe outwards with my right hand, hooking my fingers on my target: Your bikini top.

"This skimpy little thing is coming off. What size did you say this was again?" I laugh in your face as I rip it right off, twirling the purple top above my head as your small but perky breasts are exposed to the light. The crowd goes crazy as I toss it back to my corner before turning back to you and saying, "Oh, don't bother trying to cover them up. Guess what's coming off next bitch?" I go for the choke move again for the third time, successfully pinning you the cage wall by the throat, as I use my other hand to tear at your bottoms, despite your kicking and squirming. "C'mon, c'mon, stand still bitch. You know I'll get them in the end!"

Dang, I like Maddie, but I don't know if I like her that much... ;D

-BF

I kind of feel like ripping this  Maddie slut apart for doing this! My lil wifey is a tiny one like Izzy and I can't even imagine what I would do if Maddie was bullying her like she is Izzy.  :P

I try to fight and wiggle as much as I can, but this third attempt at choking me finally starts to take its toll on me. My vision starts getting blurry at the edges, and I cough and splutter, no longer focusing on keeping you from getting at my bottoms. As you gloat and laugh, I feel the soft material sliding down my thighs, calves, and then over my feet, finally fully stripping me.

I bring my hands up to your hand, scratching and digging with my nails, trying what I can to draw blood and make you remove your hands. "Fuck....urgh...you...Maddie..." I manage to gasp. I start to mix a few kicks in between trying to claw your hand away, hoping for a lucky hit, another smash into that whorish crotch.

Oh now this is just so unfair Maddie!!!!!!!!!!!

"Well Izzy, I'm just gonna say this one last thing. Prepare yourself. Because I will not be kind in putting you under. It will be slow, and it will be humiliating. So if you want to make any more stupid little remarks, this is it. This is the last time I allow you to talk." 

I grin in your face as I see the light fading, and twirl your bottoms in front of your eyes. You are now completely naked, and completely at my mercy.

All I can do it groan as you choke me, my sweaty bikini bottoms bouncing in my face. I try to retort, to say anything, but I'm finally overwhelmed. My vision gets even blurrier as I try to fight unconsciousness, but it steadily pushes forward. I weakly slap at your arms, but it just feels like I'm swinging wet noodles at you. Your stupid grinning face is the last thing I see before I pass out.

Your eyes flicker and close, and I finally let go of your skinny little neck. You slide down the cage wall with your eyes closed, the Mean Girls behind you watching your firm little ass jiggle as it hits each bar on the cage on your way down. I crouch down next to you and smirk as I slap your perky little tits around, most of the crowd cheering, some booing. "You know Izzy, I would feel bad right now if it weren't for the filthy things you called me before this poll. Never, ever, ever call me a dumpster whore again. Ever!" I slap your knocked out face as hard as I can, and your body slowly topples over to the side. "Time to wake up, bitch!"

I slap your face numerous times now, back and forth, until you slowly stir and your eyes re-open. I hold your head up by your hair and point to your skimpy bikini thong on the ground in my corner. "Be a good little doggie and go get my prize. Crawl bitch!" I force you onto your hands and knees and start dragging you towards the thong. You resist only slightly, but firm slaps on your nude ass keep you scuffling along. "That's it, good doggie! You're a good little doggie, Izzy!" When we get to the thong, you reach out with a hand and I slap it hard. "No, with your mouth, doggie! Now!"

Oh I can't wait to team up with Izzy. Pay back is a biiiiiiiitch, Maddie. (Like you, you're a bitch  ;))

Confusion, pain, humiliation, and embarrassment course through me. I can feel my face burning bright red as you slap my hand, but I'm in no shape to even try to fight back. Accepting my position, I slowly lean forward and pick up my sweaty, skimpy, purple thong in my mouth with my teeth. I'm sure you aren't done yet, but I honestly don't know what to do. I look up at you with confused eyes as I wait to see what you'll do, my thong dangling between my lips.

I stifle a laugh as I look down at your confused, stupid, defeated face. "It's official Izzy, Ellie just hooked me up with the new profile pic! Guess we're sisters now, right? Right?! Anyways...still gotta finish the job. Sisters or not, I believe I promised you that you'd be humiliated so..." I suddenly kick you hard in the stomach, flipping you over onto your back with your disgusting thong still gagging you. You lay there and squirm and moan through your thong, and I rub the bottom of my foot all over your face and weak little tits. You just lay there and take it like the little bitch you are. When I'm done having my foot fun, I smirk as I plop my ass down on your stomach, facing your face.

"Okay little horsey, let's ride!" I start grinding and thrusting my hips aggressively against you, enjoying the way your sweaty little body slips and slides between my legs. Your eyes say it all as they wince and flicker, and I up my game. I reach back, using my fingers, i blindly locate your womanhood, and start putting my fingers to work, as you squirm and wiggle faster, so too do my fingers. "That's right Izzy, moan you little porn star! You little small town stripper, you! Make the boys in the crowd happy, scream for me Izzy!" I rip the thong out of your mouth as I continue to work your pussy, and you do as ordered, moaning harder and faster.

"Okay Izzy, I've got shit to do, other bitches to destroy, so let's get to the finale, shall we?" I deprive you of the rest of your finger bang and force your head into the mat hard as I stand up off of you. "Hey, someone lift the cage, I think we know who won." As the cage starts to lift, I pick you up and literally hold you like I'm holding a baby, your little legs wrapping around my waist and connect in the small of my back, and your skinny arms held around my neck. Your head lolls back in dizziness as I start to march us up one of the aisles, between the rows of viewers.

"Remember when I said you needed to be breastfed and put down for a nap, Izzy?" Then I suddenly pull your face in tightly into my massive, superior funbags as you still cling to me. The crowd next to us starts cheering wildly. You struggle and jerk, but come on, you're not escaping these tits. You knew they would get you in the end, and well, here we are Izzy. Me, standing tall and still badass, unscathed, and you, being held by me like a bratty little child, face first into my FAR BETTER tits.

Your struggling finally stops, and I give the back of your head one last firm press into my pillows, before letting your head roll back. Your mouth is hanging open with a little spit rolling down the side, your tongue hanging out and your eyes closed, your eyebrows raised in constant surprise. "Pathetic." Still carrying you like a baby, I march over to where Britni is sitting, and dump you into her lap. Your head hits a armrest hard, but you stay knocked out cold. Britni looks up at me in a mixture of shock and anger as I say, "Here you go. Hold onto this little sack of trash as a reminder of what I'll be doing to you next! See you girls at the Mean Girls Mansion!" I then march up the ramp to the locker room, shaking my tits for my fans as they cheer wildly. "Mad-die! Mad-die! Mad-die!"

...Some bitches just have to learn the hard way. Hopefully you learned Izzy.

You rotten fucking whore, Izzy and I will strip you naked and let the crowd have you when we're done!