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It's been a while since my epic series of battles in the Pit with blonde bitch Bridgette (gotta love alliteration!) came to an end. I've spent the weeks since then getting my mind and body ready for a return to action. Well, that day has come. I'm ready to fight again. As luck or fate would have it, who should call me that very same day but the owner of the luxury Penthouse Arena? Before he could even say a word, I told him I was ready to return to the Pit and for him to find me a new victim.

He told me that he already had a tough fighter wanting to make her debut in the Pit. Said her name is Emilia and she's looking to make a name for herself. I said "Set it up! And tell her that her name is gonna be 'loser' when I'm done with her!"

So he set up the fight. Emilia and I met in the executive office to sign the contract. We took an immediate dislike to each other trading insults before we even sat down. We both signed the contract for the fight to take place in the black padded Pit with the pink matted floor in the Arena of the Penthouse. As always in the Pit, it will be a barefoot catfight in bikinis in front of a crowd with a clear definite winner and clear definite loser.

EMILIA: 5'6, 125 lbs                ALEXA: 5'4, 125 lbs

This is going to be an interactive poll. We will both be posting our moves during the poll like a fight log.

Vote, watch the intense action, leave plenty of comments, cheer on yer favorite, have fun!!

Emilia  wins this !

Alexa is triumphant!

'The Pit' as it was known was not something someone stumbled upon by mistake, those who knew of its existence would've been specifically seeking something such as it out, and that I was. I'd discovered the Pit during its usage as the battlegrounds between two sexy chicks, Bridgette and Alexa, and had instantly been clear in making my intentions known for entering such a prestigious arena. Obviously, however, such matches are earnt, not granted, and I had to endure a trek in behind the scenes matches that led me to a potential contract, all the while falling more and more in love with the world as the Pit became the place of Bridgette's triumph in the best of three over Alexa.

When I finally got the call I'd been dreaming of for a while now, I couldn't believe my luck... it can take fighters months, even years to reach a formal contract for the Pit, but to have done so in only a matter of weeks, there must be a wheel in motion elsewhere. I jumped at the opportunity before I'd even known whom was to be my opponent.

Upon signing, having revealed my foe to be Alexa, the bitch that got trampled last time, there was no love lost between us instantly, verbally at one another's throats before the contract had been agreed. This was to be my debut, and an old broken has been was not going to ruin my fun.
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A week passed since the signing of the contract and fight night came rolling around. Waking up in my own suite had been rejuvenating... had it not been for the butterflies I'd been battling all night. I had no idea what this experience would consist of, and I knew that going into it, my foe had first-hand experience in the plenty! Still, I'm not one to lay down without a fight and having spent most of the day anxiously trying to relax on the couch, or swimming in the provided pool the time was coming for me to take this as the opportunity it was, and suit myself up.

Toweling down back in my suite now, my one piece dripping, I'm required to present myself in an appropriate bikini for this encounter, which suits me just fine, I've never been one to not enjoy an opportunity to show off. Kitting myself out in a tight-fitting red two-piece bikini, destined to give the crowd something to drool over as we wait to get it on, I admire myself in the reflection of an outlooking window, adjusting my high sitting ponytail, and tweaking the bikini top and its coverage of my breasts, ensuring not only ample cleavage but ample underboob is equally visible. Now... all that waits is to make my entrance and come face to face with the old-timer as the new entrant to the scene.

I've been wating for this! Two of if not the best cyber fighters here. Big fan of Alexa but Emilia is unbelievable!

After the contract was signed and the last insult was hurled and we both left the office after being nose to nose and breast to breast, having to be restrained from ripping into each other right there on the spot, I spent the following week finding out all I could about this newbie Emilia. I asked around, talked to a couple of her opponents and people who had witnessed her fights.

Yeah, okay, it's true she's not a half bad fighter and she managed to build herself an impressive record of wins. But, from what I could see, her opponents weren't exactly what you would call "Arena caliber". Now here she is, trying to make the jump from the minor leagues all the way up to the big time and the bitch is so full of herself that she thinks she is gonna use me as her stepping stone to get here!

I have to laugh when I think what Emilia's reaction is going to be when she hits the bright lights of the Arena and looks around to see a full house of spectators all there to watch her get her big booty kicked all over the Pit. She'll be lucky if she doesn't get so nervous and rattled that she pees herself right then and there! I hope she doesn't because nothing would give me more pleasure than to send the big mouthed newbie back to the minors where she belongs!
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The night of the fight is finally here. I woke up early in the luxurious suite, feeling right at home because it's the same suite they always give me on Fight Night. Yeah, I have a slight case of the nerves but that's always to be expected before a big fight in the Arena. I spend the morning doing my yoga in my suite, clearing my mind of all the memories of my fights with Bridgette, focusing only on Emilia and tonight. I stay in my room all day, not wanting any distractions as I get ready. After a very light lunch and a relaxing lie down, I lay out my fighting bikini on the bed and loosen up with some stretches. Then I strip down and pad to the bathroom for a steaming hot shower.

I towel off and pull my dark hair back into a loose ponytail before slipping on my silver and black bikini. I check out my toned dancer's body in the full length mirror, adjusting my top so my pert firm breasts fit nice and snug while revealing just enough to give my fans something to stare at and drool over. I nod and smile at my reflection, take a deep breath and open the suite door, stepping out barefoot into the hallway for the long walk to the Pit.   

Oh my!!!!! This is gonna be a good one. Have an idea but I am going to wait to place my vote. Two hot hot hot women!

Hey Cool!!! A fight to determine the "Runner Up Reward"! I mean I did beat Alexa twice in "The Pit" so that makes me the champ right? Just sayin! Exciting Match Up with you two. Believe me I will be attentively watching.  :-*

The sound of the crowd erupting through the double doors in front of me is deafening, and will easily be the biggest crowd I've ever fought in front of. But I'm not one prone to stage fright, never have been, and could never afford to be with a figure such of mine, which I showed off with pride constantly. I'm held currently though, the large oak doors into the pit menacing in their appearance, with large locking apparatuses imprinted into both, obviously meant to ensure that whatever happens in the pit, remains in the pit until it's run its course! On the other side of the doors, however, there is chanting, an uproar, an increase in the atmosphere that seems set as if to splinter the doors apart in front of me... the Pit must now be lit, and the crowd anxiously awaiting the participants.

Now slowly, the large doors begin to open towards me, and bright artificial lights flood through the room I was waiting in, lit from the Pit itself, casting every shadow directly down, and leaving not an inch of the room in shade or darkness. The grand spectacle of such an environment from the other side of the spectators stand cannot be understated. With all eyes cast upon me, there is nowhere to hide, nor should there be. There is no detail that is left unfinished or forgotten in this space, no position hidden from the spotlights, and I intend to bask in all of it for as long as I can.

As I make my way into the arena, the light shimmering off of my slightly damp blonde ponytail, glistening across my red two-piece and the fine layer of sweat the sits upon my breasts and abs, the roaring atmosphere falls almost silent... although only for me, lost in the moment. The crowd is going nuts, as I fill space in front of them, staring across at the other door. The sound of blood rushing through my body is heard by me alone, seemingly drowning out all else around me... just the rapid, methodical thudding as I wait in anticipation.

I stand on the mark left for me, just a small imprinted circle on the floor in the pit, barely noticeable from the spectator's position, but one that indicates to me an equal point from the wall behind me, where my door slams closed, and the following thud confirms the locks in place and the center of the pit itself. Forced now to wait having made my entrance, and lost myself in the grandeur of the moment to make a serious spectacle of myself, there is another natural silence that befalls the room, as the doors on the opposite end are yet to open.

This is some good stuff!!! I think Alexa might be in way over her head.

I make the long walk from my suite to the Pit just like I've done three times already. I move quickly, taking long purposeful strides, my bare feet making a light thwapping sound with every step I take along the cold Italian marble tiled floor. I stop in front of the large ornate heavy oak doors with the intricate carved designs that lead into the Pit. I breathe deeply and evenly, my eyes closed, barely hearing the roar of the crowd inside the Arena. From the sound of their reaction, I know that my opponent is already inside. She's probably freaking out like a deer caught in the headlights, I think to myself with a small smirk.

Suddenly I hear a loud metallic clank of a large bolt sliding open. Then with an ominous creaking noise, the oak doors slowly begin opening towards me. I have to take a couple steps back as they swing open all the way. From past experience I know to lower my gaze to the floor and shade my eyes with my hand so I'm not blinded by the sudden flood of bright lights washing over me as I enter through the door and step out onto the padded pink mats of the Pit.

As my eyes adjust to the lights I look around as I stride along the perimeter of the black padded wall. Out of the corner of my eye I see Emilia in her red bikini standing on the other side of the Pit, facing me. Our eyes meet for an instant and then I turn my back to her and move to the blood red colored circle on the mat, the spot assigned to me. My familiar spot. The heat from the dazzling bright lights and the tense excitement of the upcoming fight have already coated my body with a light sheen of perspiration. 

Even though the crowd is buzzing loudly and most of the sound is a jumbled blur, I can make out a familiar voice directly behind me. "You've got this, Lex!! You can beat this rookie!! You're a winner!! Bridgette got LUCKY!!"

"Yeah, Bridgette got lucky but Emilia won't!" I mutter under my breath as I roll my neck, windmill my arms, and bob up and down on my toes waiting impatiently for the announcer to make the introductions. I face you and look you over from head to toe, studying you, checking for any weaknesses I can take advantage of. Then I lock eyes with you one more time, as I clench and unclench my fingers itching to sink them into your ratty blonde mop.

The door behind you seals shut, and in unison, both doors create an echoing boom as their locks seal them closed, and the air seems to grow crispier in them doing so. The A/C high above keeping the room cool, promoting a more comfortable spectating environment, but also to help provoke the fighters further... stiffening nipples and providing a cold environment as we stare one another down. It takes a split second for my mind to bounce back to the contract signing... the bitter exchange of words... the catty underhanded remarks... the staredown... our foreheads pressed... and then being pulled apart before either of us can do anything... All that rage building back up in a snapped instant.

Watching you parade around the perimeter of the arena, your silver and black bikini rippling in the light as you walk, showing off your dancer physique, I regret not basking in the limelight more myself... forced to watch you strut as if on a catwalk... "Enjoy the walk now..." I mutter to myself as you head to your position on the mats... "It'll be the crawl of shame for you after!" I hiss out, staring daggers at you roll your neck, muttering at me yourself.

Staring across the ring at you, I do my best to remain cool, not get enraged or overly aggressive off the line, instead, trying to remain calm and level-headed, as the background cheering and jeering come to a close, and a loud booming voice rattles the Pit, as an unseen announcer rattles off a list of facts, stats and varies of other pointless information to either myself or my bitch... uh, foe.

In just over the longest minute of my life, I can finally feel the spiel coming to a close, and as the announcer signs off, the crowd picks back up immediately, and the unseen gong echos throughout the arena, signaling the start of what is to be a war of attrition between the 'has-been-once-upon-a-time' and the 'up-and-comer-set-to-rule-the-scene'.

I don't know that there is a better body out there that competes eith Emilias but Alexa has the experience on her. Go Alexa!!!

I settle in next to Bridgette as Emilia and Alexa enter the ring. I slyly look at my sexy alpha wife "This should be interesting".

I've heard all this before... the announcer's voice blaring loudly over the PA system informing everyone of our vital and not so vital statistics and all that stuff, and doing a great job hyping the crowd to cheer and whoop at the top of their lungs. Being through this three times already, I know exactly what's going to be said pretty much by heart and can say it along with the announcer if I wanted to.

Instead I tune it out and focus on you as you stand on the mat directly across from me. I take it all in – yer eyes glaring at me, the look of determination on yer face, yer tight firm strong sexy body tense and ready for action. Well so am I, bitch, and I'll match my body against yers any day of the week without hesitation because I am totally confident I can take you. I hope you are ready for the battle of yer life because that's what you are going to get, along with a beating you'll remember the rest of yer life!

The PA suddenly goes silent. The crowd noise lowers and slowly dies down. Everyone is quiet, waiting, expectant. It's so silent all I can hear is the sound of my quickened breathing as I feel my heart racing, like a leopard ready to pounce into action.

And then it happens. The gong sounds, echoing all through the Arena. The signal to go to war. I step off my mark and start to slowly move at you, raising my arms up. I half expect you to pull a stupid rookie move by blindly and recklessly charging at me. But you don't. I've got to say I'm impressed a little. Okay, you know what you're doing. As these thought race through my mind we are moving closer and closer, circling a bit, watching each other, as the crowd stays quiet waiting to explode the instant we tear into each other.

This looks hot!

This is my least favorite moment... the calm before the storm as some refer to it, or the dark before the light, the peace before the reckoning. The silence before the uproar. Our little dance captures the hearts, minds, and eyes of those surrounding us, a quiet, rippling anticipation as we move around one another in the center of the Pit, circling as we do, exchanging catty glances as we look for the opening we both crave... one that seemingly never comes as we get closer and closer!

Without an opening, we're forced to make one. I'm forced to make one. And against such a dangerous foe... I can't go in cheap. The most obvious move here is to throw a fake, but not just any fake, it has to catch you off guard so much you don't see the end game, until after the credits are rolling! One so cheap and underhanded, that you'd never expect it... I need to throw, the faked fake!

With both of our hands slightly outstretched, it creates the perfect opportunity as I draw my left hand back for the most obvious back-hand ever, clearly lining it up and everything, it's too obvious surely... and that's because I want you to focus on what should be the real attack, as my left foot comes up, and looks as if I'm about to drive it down into the front of your shin/ankle, hoping to cripple your supports instantly... but you're quick and I know this... and if I get my chance, I want my foot to come back down harmlessly as you look to block... or retreat, or prepare to counter, as I throw my entire bodyweight behind the supposedly faked back-hand, looking to come across in an opening clothesline that could see me turn the support in the spectators seating early on.

We move closer and closer... slowly... cautiously... expecting the other to make the first move. Our eyes locked as we do the circling dance like it's some kind of ritual. The crowd is hushed, there is barely a murmur in the entire Arena. Everyone is waiting for the inevitable to happen. Just as I start to go into a slight crouch to make a quick grab for your leg to try to take you down, I see you draw your left hand back slowly and dramatically. Omigawd could you telegraph it any more obviously? How dumb do you think I am?

I straighten up again on full alert, my entire body tense and ready for yer REAL move and here it comes. Just like I expected, you lift up yer left foot going for a quick hard kick to my legs... Sure, take out the dancer's legs, I get it all the time, it's the first plan of attack just about every fight I've been in. I lower my gaze down to keep a close watch on yer legs as I shift my weight and slide my right leg out of the path of yer foot.

As I'm focused on watching yer leg I see you suddenly drop yer foot down to the mat again. I start to look up just as your arm smashes into my chest hard. Because it's so quiet in the Arena, the smacking sound of the impact of yer forearm connecting with my breasts can be heard by the whole audience. It triggers a loud response from every mouth. Including mine.

My gasp of surprise and pain is drowned out by the crowd noise. I stagger backward a few steps and it's only by luck that I manage to stay on my feet and not end up on my butt on the mat. I see you move toward me like you expected me to go down and you were going for an early kill. You stop short as you see me keep my balance. I glare at you as I quickly adjust my top trying to ignore the stinging in my breasts. I notice the little smirk on yer face. It's time to make that smirk disappear and I don't mean by using fake-me-outs and cute little tricks. It's time for business! I quickly take two steps toward you, pivot and plant my weight on my left leg as I shoot my right foot out at yer left leg, my heel heading straight toward yer left knee.

As my foot comes back down onto the mat, I can see the split second of confusion in your eyes as I lock in on my target, throwing my body weight towards you, arm extended, and the impact that follows it echos through the room, the crowd finally erupting as the action in this match-up truly begins. I grunt as I hit you, putting most of my weight behind it, hoping to put you on your ass instantly, but I am shocked... and somewhat impressed... that you manage to catch yourself, stumbling a few steps. That dancers balance obviously coming in to save you there.

I'm forced to stop short, less than 2m between us as I appreciate the athletic feat to stay upright like that, glaring at one another. You take a second to readjust yourself, as I smirk at you, trying to hide your modesty still, standing ready, body slightly twisted, with a mid-to-high guard somewhat prepared. You come bounding in towards me shortly after, and in response, I take a single step back into a more defensive position, my left leg leading defending my lower half as I keep my forearms out to cover my top half. You plant your left foot, and pivot, flicking your right out in front, aiming for my knee trying to buckle it. Acting so as to prevent you from snapping my knee backward, I lift my leg and take the impact directly on my shin. The pain is more than just noticeable as my leg snaps back and I drop it in behind my right leg, swapping my defensive stand, a silent gasp escaping my lips as I steady myself, and brace for your inevitable follow-up shot.

There are some beyond belief writing skills on display right here. Whoa!!!!!!

You know I'm only gone with a few days at a time and Emilia starts writing these long lovely posts about kicking someone's ass. I'm sorry I missed the start of this loveliness but I'm here now dearie and you're going to mess miss Alexa up!

Quote from: Alana Quill on April 15, 2020, 06:34:59 PM
You know I'm only gone with a few days at a time and Emilia starts writing these long lovely posts about kicking someone's ass. I'm sorry I missed the start of this loveliness but I'm here now dearie and you're going to mess miss Alexa up!

I don't know Alexa is a lovely writer as well. Those posts by both are really something. This has the makings of one of the best polls in quite some time!

I would agree they are both doing awesome. I just happen to like Emilia better so she gets my vote. It's a really scientific process I promise.

Quote from: Alana Quill on April 15, 2020, 08:54:03 PM
I would agree they are both doing awesome. I just happen to like Emilia better so she gets my vote. It's a really scientific process I promise.

I just point and click :)

They are pretty evenly matched and obviously both are very skilled so when you are splitting hairs always go with the blonde!

Don't see how Emilia could lose this one, though great match up.

-BF

You lift yer leg up just in time to take the impact of my heel kick on yer shin instead of the knee which would have probably sent you down to the mat in a moaning heap. "That's what happens when you're too cute!" I hiss. "Playing around with fake moves trying to be a show off and impress the crowd!" Even though you don't make a sound I know that my kick had to hurt, the way you position yer left leg behind the right, protecting it. Also the way yer eyes went all wide and how the smirk flew off yer face the second my heel connected with yer shin bone.

Well, it worked on the left leg, no reason why it won't work on the right. Since you practically gave me an engraved invitation to try it again by offering up yer right leg making it such an inviting target. Besides, I'm a dancer. My legs are weapons. Whether it be for squeezing in anaconda like scissors or as lethal kicking machines... Our eyes meet, there is no smirk on my face. Only a look that says I mean business. This isn't a game. It's a war. A war with no prisoners. I take a quick step toward you with my left foot, sliding my right along the mat and then planting my weight on it as I lean back and twist my body to the right. I grit my teeth and extend my right arm out for balance as I drive my left foot out at yer right leg hoping to take yer legs out from under you and putting you down where you belong.

The kick to my shin was searing and carried with it more than enough power to indicate to me that I didn't want, nor need, another! But as I stand, in my newly revised defensive guard, that's what you offer, a swapped focus for your attack, but the same strategy. Foolish to underestimate me as a complete rookie you are, one must be quick on their feet to earn themselves a shot in the pit, and I'm not going to stand here and allow you to just fire of kicks to your hearts contempt. Instead, I plan on taking the fight to you. Hard!

As you step in towards me, planting your weight on your right foot behind you, and driving your left foot out towards me, I step inside your guard, your leg sailing past me, as I drag my own left leg in under you, slamming my somewhat sore shin into your knee, looking to give you a fair dosage of your own medicine, and send you crumbling. My shin connects beautifully, but then, of course it would, with you positioned like a fucked up tea-pot, there was nowhere for you to go, or move, or hide.


But to crumble you isn't enough, not on its own. I want the audience to hear this impact, to feel it, as you hit the mats first, and with your balance already skewered, my hands grab for your shoulders and give you an encouraging push over, helping you headfirst to the floor, as I look to loom over you in the middle of what you'd describe as 'your arena'. Off to one side, of course, to avoid your 'graceful decent' with sprawling legs and flailing arms.

Uh-oh Emilia looks like she's about ready to wrap this up. Better watch out!

Shit! I know I'm in trouble when you slip inside my guard and dodge my kick. Yeah, okay, maybe I was a little too over confident. And maybe I did kind of underestimate you being a newbie and all that. Not to mention being blonde too. I figured you wouldn't be smart or savvy enough to expect a second kick. As my foot sails harmlessly through the air by you I realize I'm super vulnerable and there's not much I can do about it with just one foot on the mat and in an awkward position. And I see the expression on yer face letting me know that you are gonna take full advantage of my mistake. Shit! Shit! Shit!!

Before I have time to drop my kicking foot back down, you lift yer left leg, slip it behind my plant leg and slam yer shin hard into my knee. I let out a gasp and my leg starts to buckle. I know the odds are high but I think I could possibly keep my balance if I have time to get my other foot down. But you don't give me the time to do that. You place yer hands on my shoulders and give me a helping shove that sends me flying. Thanks a lot, bitch!

Down I go, arms and legs flailing wildly, hitting the mat with a loud thump. The crowd reacts to the first takedown, with a blast of sound that fills the Arena. Cheers and applause coming from yer supporters, groans and cussing from mine. Angry at myself for making a rookie move that ended with me landing on my ass, I pound my fist into the mat in fury. I swing my legs around quickly as you stand over me ready to pounce. I'm not giving you the chance! I may be down but this battle is just started.  My chest is still throbbing from that clothesline and my knee is hurting now too. But I'm a dancer. I've been fighting through pain for as long as I can remember. I spring forward from my knees, hurtling my body toward you. My goal is to wrap my arm around yer legs to tackle you and bring you down to the mat with me.

Quote from: ##catfightWATCHA413 on April 16, 2020, 04:04:36 AM
That's one hell of a buildup you two. It is very descriptive , you both give us how it feels to be there through each perspective.   I love interactive poll fights. It has been a long time since I read one. Keep it up.  My attention is on this fight. And look forward to the end and see whom faces Brigitte. Since she is the champ
   ( I get that correct? ) ????

Well said. Very well done. Alexa and Brigettes fight came down to the wire and very equal however Emilia seems to be convincingly handling Alexa. If she can continue I think Emilia is the Queen of the Arena pit but there is alot of fight left.

Quote from: Fightspectator on April 16, 2020, 10:04:13 PM

Quote from: ##catfightWATCHA413 on April 16, 2020, 04:04:36 AM
That's one hell of a buildup you two. It is very descriptive , you both give us how it feels to be there through each perspective.   I love interactive poll fights. It has been a long time since I read one. Keep it up.  My attention is on this fight. And look forward to the end and see whom faces Brigitte. Since she is the champ
   ( I get that correct? ) ????

Well said. Very well done. Alexa and Brigettes fight came down to the wire and very equal however Emilia seems to be convincingly handling Alexa. If she can continue I think Emilia is the Queen of the Arena pit but there is alot of fight left.

Sitting next to Bridgette holding her championship belt. I overhear what you say and hold the belt up for you and everyone to see....just sayin!

Quote from: ^Megan^ on April 16, 2020, 11:40:10 PM

Quote from: Fightspectator on April 16, 2020, 10:04:13 PM

Quote from: ##catfightWATCHA413 on April 16, 2020, 04:04:36 AM
That's one hell of a buildup you two. It is very descriptive , you both give us how it feels to be there through each perspective.   I love interactive poll fights. It has been a long time since I read one. Keep it up.  My attention is on this fight. And look forward to the end and see whom faces Brigitte. Since she is the champ
   ( I get that correct? ) ????

Well said. Very well done. Alexa and Brigettes fight came down to the wire and very equal however Emilia seems to be convincingly handling Alexa. If she can continue I think Emilia is the Queen of the Arena pit but there is alot of fight left.

Sitting next to Bridgette holding her championship belt. I overhear what you say and hold the belt up for you and everyone to see....just sayin!

Number 1: Bridgette got lucky. Just sayin.

Number 2: Sit down and put away that cheap knockoff belt. You're blocking my fans' view of the action!   :P

As my foot comes to rest on the mat again, giving me a basis of balance and support as I look to send you crashing to the mat, my shin stings slightly from the duel impact, once from your heel, and now from your knee. But this is my moment, as as I throw myself forwards, giving you that final shove you need to land on your ass, the crowd erupts, watching as once again Alexa finds herself thrown to the floor in the pit, unable to support herself. The expression on your face tells me everything I need to know though, how pissed off you are with yourself, how pissed you are at me, how taken aback you were by the slickness of my dodge, and the new-found respect for whom you are trapped in this arena with.

As you crash down onto your ass in front of me, I can't help but boast to the crowd every-so-slightly, raising my arms triumphantly as I stare down at you, mocking you as you sit on your ass in the middle of the Pit; "What's the matter, tired already... does little Alexa not like it when the foes fight back!" I tease, putting on an obviously childish voice, imitating a stroppy brat. You, however, don't seem to take the taunt too well, flailing wildly for a second, as you quickly organize your counter-attack, and before I know it, you've sprung yourself on me like a coiled spring released.

Your wrap your arms around my legs, and attempt to spear me into the ground. An effective maneuver, and something I have no counter for as I begin to tumble. I fight the instinct to lock my hands in your mane as we fall, and instead, I fight for ground control, putting my hands out to catch my fall behind me, and rotate me on the way down, ensuring that when we crash, my legs come crashing down onto your face, with my crotch above your head. 

I'm not going to lie, I am totally furious the way you are playing to the crowd, lifting up yer arms with a shit-eating smirk on yer face, while you bob up and down on the balls of yer feet. Making sure that everybody gets a real good look at yer oversized tits bouncing around with every hop. OMG, all the bitch did was push me down and she's acting like she just won a championship or something!

To make it even more infuriating now you start taunting me in a bratty spoiled obnoxious little girly voice! And the crowd is loving it. I hear a bunch of giggles and even some all out laughs. Well, this stops right now! I take a second to collect myself and then launch myself at you from my knees. I wrap my arms tight around yer legs, driving my body into you to bring you down.

It works. You are too busy dancing around showing off ... a typical newbie move ... and my move catches you off guard. I let go of yer legs right before our bodies hit the pink mat so I can brace myself for the landing. Even though I manage to use my arm to try and cushion my body, the momentum of my dive at you is enough for my already sore chest to take enough of the brunt of the impact to make me gasp out loud. I lie there stunned for a moment until I realize that yer legs are on my face. I start making a move to roll away from you hoping that the fall had the same effect on you.

Quote from: ^Megan^ on April 16, 2020, 11:40:10 PM

Quote from: Fightspectator on April 16, 2020, 10:04:13 PM

Quote from: ##catfightWATCHA413 on April 16, 2020, 04:04:36 AM
That's one hell of a buildup you two. It is very descriptive , you both give us how it feels to be there through each perspective.   I love interactive poll fights. It has been a long time since I read one. Keep it up.  My attention is on this fight. And look forward to the end and see whom faces Brigitte. Since she is the champ
   ( I get that correct? ) ????

Well said. Very well done. Alexa and Brigettes fight came down to the wire and very equal however Emilia seems to be convincingly handling Alexa. If she can continue I think Emilia is the Queen of the Arena pit but there is alot of fight left.

Sitting next to Bridgette holding her championship belt. I overhear what you say and hold the belt up for you and everyone to see....just sayin!

Enjoy holding it while you can because soon enough it will be wrapped around Emilias waist and resting on her beautiful hips. This is Emilias house now. Not Alexas or Bridgettes.

Nice effort Alexa but Emilia has come to claim what's hers. Go Emilia Go!!!  :-*

Quote from: Rachel The Tiny Titan on April 17, 2020, 07:59:05 PM

Quote from: ^Megan^ on April 16, 2020, 11:40:10 PM

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That's one hell of a buildup you two. It is very descriptive , you both give us how it feels to be there through each perspective.   I love interactive poll fights. It has been a long time since I read one. Keep it up.  My attention is on this fight. And look forward to the end and see whom faces Brigitte. Since she is the champ
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Well said. Very well done. Alexa and Brigettes fight came down to the wire and very equal however Emilia seems to be convincingly handling Alexa. If she can continue I think Emilia is the Queen of the Arena pit but there is alot of fight left.

Sitting next to Bridgette holding her championship belt. I overhear what you say and hold the belt up for you and everyone to see....just sayin!

Enjoy holding it while you can because soon enough it will be wrapped around Emilias waist and resting on her beautiful hips. This is Emilias house now. Not Alexas or Bridgettes.

Always entertaining to hear from mini Emilia or is it Delusional and mini delusional?

The crowds atmosphere shifts as I begin to taunt you on the first takedown, like some kind of spoilt brat who just won the Superbowl or something. I hear the grunt though, over the crowd, that comes from your lips, as you propel yourself off of your knees at me, colliding with my knees. Oh shit. I never saw this coming! Stupid thought, I shouldn't take anything for granted against such an experienced and well-versed pro in the Pit! And now she's got a way in again!

As we hit the ground, I'm grateful for the fact I decided to catch my fall instead of hammer you on the way down, as it saves me from a world of pain when I hit the mat. I'm still in for a hell of a rocky road though, as the slam rattle my head and my chest hits the ground hard, my crotch smacking your forehead as I slide up you, my legs coming to a rest on your face.

Before I even realize the position I could be in, trapping you in a head-scissor, you make a move to roll away from me, scrambling, and instinctively I do the same, happy to have a reset rather than have you pounce on me. I scramble in a separate direction, trying to rapidly climb back up to my feet and turn to face you, hoping to see you still scrambling, and allow me a chance for a brutal cheap shot.

When we hit the mat I knew right away that my position was vulnerable, specially how you maneuvered yer body on the way down to set me up for a head scissors. It's exactly what I would do if and when I get you in the right position, use my dancer's legs as a weapon. Much as I don't like to admit it, I'm impressed by yer skill and knowledge and I know I can't take you lightly any more and have to always be on my guard from now on.

I'm just glad the fall didn't daze me more than it did. I was able to roll away from yer legs before you could clamp on the scissors. I move a safe distance from you and can see that you are doing the same. I raise myself up to my hands and knees facing you. It seems like the crowd is a little bummed that we pulled apart. Guess they were wanting to see some hot wild intense body to body action. Well, that will happen soon enough! I adjust my top and then wipe the sweat from my face.

I see you start to scramble up to yer feet so I get up quickly and stride over to you before you can make it all the way. I reach out my left hand and get a tight grip on yer blonde ponytail, tugging down hard on it and forcing yer head up and back. Remembering yer taunts I snarl out in a bratty girl voice of my own: "You got it wrong, Little Emilia! Little Alexa loves it when the foes fight back!" Then in my regular voice: "It gives me an excuse to do THIS!" As I say this I send a hard right hand smack at yer left cheek so the crowd can watch me slap you silly.

Alexa is a tough fighter but she is really having a tough time here. Emilia is the real deal. Great poll!

The fall was winding, and painful, and somewhat disorientating when I rotated us, so both of us seem relieved that we were able to separate and recompose ourselves. Scrambling in different directions, somewhat to the crowds' disappointment it seems, as things were heating up big time in the Pit. But don't worry, I have every intention of putting this bitch in her place sooner rather than later, for the whole crowd to see, and wonder just why they let her in the ring with someone as brutal as me!

We both readjust ourselves, wiping hair out of our face, fixing the positioning of bikinis and thongs. This takes me a second longer though, as my thong was slightly out of place from landing and dragging over your face in the fall, and in stopping to adjust it back into its rightful place, you see the opportunity you need, and like a viper, you strike, your hand grabbing at my ponytail and tugging my head backward as you force me upright and arched back. My hands, desperate for some purchase, grab at your forearms as I squeal in pain.

I barely hear what is said as you taunt me, deafened by my own squealing, as suddenly you introduce your right hand against my left cheek, the sting is mind-boggling. And my squeal turns into a momentary whimper, before the bitch comes back out, furious at such disrespect! "You fucking biTCH!" I cry out, as you yank back on my hair once again. Not to be outdone though, and desperate for you to have no choice but to back down, my hands slink from your forearms, up towards your throat, sinking my nails into anything I can find on the way, leaving nice red scratches up your arms as I squeal against my scalp on fire.

My vicious slap snaps yer head violently to the side and yer whole body jerks and twitches. The slap is so fierce that the sound echoes through the Arena and the crowd is stunned silent. I have to smirk at the little whimper that escapes from you and the way yer eyes suddenly fill with tears. A faint imprint of my palm appears on yer cheek and I have to wring my hand which is stinging but not as much as yer cheek. You have the nerve to call me a "fucking BITCH" so I yank yer hair even harder.

I take a few steps closer to the padded black wall still holding you by the hair. I plant my feet as I get ready to fling you into the wall but you grab at my wrist and forearm slashing and tearing at them with yer claws. I let out a gasp as yer nails break the skin marking my arm up with angry red scratches. Now it's my turn to call you a "fucking BITCH'! Yer reaching clawing fingers move in and suddenly grab my throat. My eyes go wide and I gasp as you start to squeeze. The look of anger and hate on yer face scares me a bit but I don't panic even though yer grip is tightening.

I keep a hold of yer hair with my left hand and grab yer wrist with my right. Then I lift my left foot up a few inches and bring my heel down on the top of yer right foot just hard enough to make you loosen the grip on my neck. I pull yer hand off and finally am able to use yer hair to whip you into the wall. By luck you hit the wall right in front of yer sexy girlfriend Tasha. I follow you as you start to slide down to the mat. You grab at the wall to stay on yer feet. Tasha leans over and gets in my face calling me a bitch and screaming at me to back off. I yell at her to shut up and give her a hard slap across the face knocking her backwards. Then I turn my attention back to you, ready to pour on some more punishment. 

Though it might not show it but Alexa is kicking Emilias ass all over this place! Great poll!

My cheek is in a stinging agony at the slap, I can even feel how red it's gone, and the imprint of your paw on it, leaving large welts where your fingers impacted upon my upper cheek. I'm trying to blink the tears out of my eyes after such an impact, instinctively throwing my hands at you just to try and get some respite from the onslaught that you've now built up. I manage to rake up your arms and get my hands around your throat for a split second, digging in my claws as I try to choke the life form you, but it doesn't last. You slam your heel down on my right foot, and I wail, lifting it in response, and allowing you to then turn and throw me towards the wall. I crash into the mats hard, right in front of Tasha, and as I struggle to stand for a second, gripped to the wall panting and holding back tears, you come marching over.

Tasha gets in your face, leaning over the top of me, hissing and scathing at you, and you slap her, you just slap her! You fucking bitch! No one does that to Tasha! I'm enraged now, beyond belief, and as you bring your eyes back to me, I plan on enacting sweet revenge for my GF's cheek! My right foot is still hovering in the air, and using the wall for support, I slam my heel into the front of your left knee, trying to buckle it backward and send you sprawling in agony. It connects beautifully, and the sound jar of your entire body is shocking as your eyes bulge in un-fathomable pain. "No one! Slaps! Tasha!" I hiss as you, launching from the wall now throwing my entire body weight at you as you stand paralyzed for just a second.

I smirk as I watch Tasha stagger backwards holding her cheek. When I turn my focus back to you I see you still standing, holding the wall, with a look of total rage and fury on yer face. Oh shit, I think to myself just as yer foot slams into my left knee, the heel smashing into bone. I let out an agonized scream as excruciating pain shoots through my leg.

The impact sends me back a couple steps as my leg buckles and I fight to stay on my feet. But you have other plans. You let out a primal yell "No one! Slaps! Tasha!" and launch yerself at me. You slam into me, yer shoulder driving into my chest, pitching me backwards and I hit the mat hard on my back with a loud thud. The impact takes my breath away, I let out a loud "UNNNNHHH" and I lie there stunned and disoriented for a second with you on top of me keeping me down on the mat. I know I'm in big big trouble if I don't get you off me but I can't catch my breath, the horrible pain in my knee is making the tears stream from my eyes, I'm gasping and crying, and it's hard to think... I need time to recover! I start to squirm and struggle a bit but yer weight is pressing down. "Get ... off ... me... bitch!"

Your agonized scream silences the crowd in shock, watching as you wobble on your legs as my heel collides with your knee, the sound sickening. The look of utter pain on your face... brings me a shameful sense of pleasure that I choose to indulge in, smirking at you, sneering at you as I rise, hobbling slightly on my sore foot. You stumble back slightly, almost delusional from the pain as I scream at you, and throwing as much weight as I can through my undamaged foot, I launch towards you, slamming myself shoulder-first into your chest, and sending us both sprawling towards the floor as the crowd once again erupts into cheers.

We hit the mat with an echoing thud, the air knocked from our lungs respectively, both of us stunned, groaning and breathless. I recover somewhat quicker, however, having not also dealt with being crushed as well. You begin squirming and struggling beneath me, hissing for me to get off of you, but I intend on doing no such thing! Instead, I loop my hands through your hair, sinking my nails into your scalp and lifting your head off the mat. "Fuck you bitch!" I scream, before driving the back of your head into the mat beneath you brutally, repeating the process over and over again.

Here she goes!!! The crowd is about ready to see the queen put on the greatest show on earth!!! Finish her Em!!!! :-*

I am not sure there are words to adequately describe Emilia and what she is doing here so I will go with Wow! Just Wow!

Yer body presses down on mine pinning me to the mat. You push down with all yer weight, yer oversize tits flatten mine. You quickly reach around the back of my head and pull off my hair tie undoing my ponytail. You grab my hair with both hands getting a tight grip, my dark hair twisted and snarled through yer fingers, while you cruelly dig yer nails into my scalp. I cry out from the sharp stinging pain as you twist them in deeper. Then you pull my head up from the mat and start slamming it back into the mat over and over. OMG, I cannot believe you would get so worked up just because I slapped a bitch in the face!

The crowd reacts with every slam, some even doing a count each time the back of my head hits the mat. Even though the mat is thickly padded the constant pounding hurts like hell and I'm starting to get dizzy and light headed. My eyes are clenched shut but that doesn't stop me from start wildly flailing my fists at you trying to hit you wherever I can. My heels thump the mat as I keep trying to twist my body as much as possible hoping to squirm my way out from under you. "Damn you bitch... get ... off ... me!!"

Sitting atop you, raining bloody mary through your scalp as the crowd continues to cheer, and count with me as I batter your skull against the mat. Seeing red, I can only picture the instant you slapped Tasha! It's driving me with rage and anger. Slap me of course, we're fighting! But to slap Tasha! No one slaps her and gets away with it. The crowd manages to reach 7... 8... 9 when you finally manage to put up some sort of defense.

You begin flailing your fists in my general direction, catching a first glancing blow against my shoulder with little effect, your second just skimming the side of my face as you work on your aim with your eyes clenched shut. The third connects with my jaw, stunning me slightly as I pause my assault shocked, and the fourth is a clean connection as you open your eyes.

That clean shot, although not hard due to your own disorientation, knocks me from on top of you, and we end up side to side on the mat, as you attempt to roll onto me, and I do you, locking ourselves into a catball as our limbs entangle, arms cross one another, legs intertwine, and eyes shoot daggers at each other as we fight for the top position. I desperately work on grabbing at your thigh with my own, and working locking my legs around it at the ankles to crush, knowing you knee will struggle to amply the same lock due to the strain from the earlier kick.

I feel my fists hit you a couple of times and open my eyes as I swing again. My vision is blurry because of tears in my eyes and because of the fierce pounding in my brain. But I see yer face clear enough to send a looping punch to yer right cheekbone, not as hard as I would want, but hard enough to make you slide off me onto yer left side. You let go of my hair and I pull my head back and away from you. My head is swimming and I lie there for a bit, disoriented and dizzy. Yer arms grab at me and roll me on my right side facing you. I have to fight back, I can't just lie here and let you beat on me!

So I grab at you too and we pull our bodies together in like a mutual bear hug. Both of us hurting... me more than you though, both of us sweaty and gasping, Our flailing legs snake and entwine together. I'm trying to maneuver my legs to attempt to scissor your leg and feel you trying the same thing. Our eyes lock again and I hiss out "Yeah I slapped Tasha! Now it's yer turn!!" I throw a left hand slap to yer right cheek, in my weak condition there isn't much power behind it but yer cheek is already sore so it's hard enough to make you gasp and wince. Then yer eyes narrow and I brace myself knowing what's probably coming.

Both of us are now tangled together, locked in a seemingly never-ending cycle of slapping, squeezing, bitching and assaulting one another. Our hair is a tangle around our faces as our legs lock, stomachs pressed together, but tits arched apart, giving us space to glare at one another, trading insults, bitchy taunts, and when you slap my right cheek... slaps. The ensuing bitchfight that follows shocks the crowd, as instantly, I fire back with my right hand, slapping at your cheek, as it echos through the room as yours did.

Both of us now are enraged at the other, and it shows, as, without hesitation, the slapping tirade begins, both of us rattling off as many as we can manage, aiming for the face, cheek, tits, side... anything that we can hit. You land a few nasty blows that make me cry out and wince, connecting with my jaw and breasts, but as do I, and soon I notice your pace slowing... or it is your accuracy fading, as I try and take control, hoping to pivot over you in his traded slapfight.

The crowd is totally quiet as we lie there on the mat locked together trading slaps. The only noise in the Arena is the sound of our palms on skin along with the gasps and cries on impact and our labored breathing. Every time you slap me makes me more angry and I use the little energy I have left to slap you back. But before I know it you land another one. There are red marks on my face, my breasts, my shoulders, my neck.

I try to keep pace with you but yer non stop assault is taking its toll on me. Yer legs finally scissor my leg - the one with the sore knee - and that's another pain I have to deal with. One of yer slaps hits me flush on my ear and I let out a little whimper. Now my ear is ringing along with the pounding headache. My arm feels so heavy, I can barely lift it. The last slap I throw barely has enough power to brush across yer cheek and my arm drops. I slide it back to me and try to cover up my face so you won't hit me any more.

Slowly, I can feel myself gaining an advantage, as your slaps grow weaker and weaker, your competitive edge dissolving as I work against you, raining down hellfire in an endless barrage against you. The moment you slapped Tasha still clear in my head, driving me like a raging bull through a red blanket. "I'm going to make you fucking pay!" I hiss at you, as you now try and cover-up, whimpering like a wounded animal.

I begin to move in for the kill, flicking myself up onto you once more now, still raining down slaps as you try and defend yourself. There is a fresh surge of energy that flows through me as I take up a position on top, still assaulting your guard from above now. I'm looking to really start to demolish you now, and as you cover up your face, I aim for your tits, throwing a brutal right hook into the side of your left tit, before slamming my left fist into your solar-plexus.

I have my face covered but you continue to smack me over and over, like yer adrenaline went into overdrive or something. The slaps keep coming and I can't do much to stop them except try to cover up and block them. Every time I try to return a slap at you, you swat my hand down before I get halfway there. Suddenly the slapping stops and I feel you roughly roll me onto my back. I wipe the tears from my eyes as you straddle me and start a new slapping attack. My arm is draped over my face so it's taking the brunt of the blows.

So you switch yer target to my pert tits, taking turns smacking first the left and then the right. I can hear some giggling from the crowd as you have yer fun. I start thrashing my body under you and cover my tits with my other arm. I try to buck up but you bounce yer big booty down on my crotch sending me prone to the mat again. Then you throw a vicious right hook into the side of my left tit making me scream as my body jerks. The giggles turn to shocked gasps. I'm sobbing now and I know I have to do something to try to escape. Not fight back, I can't. So I plant my feet and get ready for one final buck up knowing my energy tank is practically empty. This is my last chance. But you don't let me take it. Before I can thrust my hips you drive yer left fist deep into my solar plexus. My eyes go wide, my body stiffens, the last of my breath whooshes out of my mouth and my arms and legs collapse flopping on the mat. I lie there wheezing, gasping and sobbing with you on top of me with a furious pissed off look on yer face.

Megan and I in the crowd and attentively watching this fight unfold...Our fingers intertwined with each others and I feel Megans hand tightning up as we watch Emilia absolutely starting to dominate and take Alexa apart...Being in this very pit three times with Alexa I know how tough it is to beat her. Megan and I look at each other with a bit of a shocked expression...I say to Megan. "Holy crap baby I can't believe this bitch is beating her like this! WTF? Alexa obviously didn't take this serious enough."

Quote from: #Bridgette# on April 20, 2020, 05:42:33 AM
Megan and I in the crowd and attentively watching this fight unfold...Our fingers intertwined with each others and I feel Megans hand tightning up as we watch Emilia absolutely starting to dominate and take Alexa apart...Being in this very pit three times with Alexa I know how tough it is to beat her. Megan and I look at each other with a bit of a shocked expression...I say to Megan. "Holy crap baby I can't believe this bitch is beating her like this! WTF? Alexa obviously didn't take this serious enough."

I had been not just watching the fight but an interaction outside the pit. Looking at Bridgette 'Seems Emilia has some inspiration these days' pointing out Tasha 'looks like she has a new girlfriend and that seems to fire her up' looking back at Tasha and Emilia at the pit and smiling. 'Alexa fought hard but I think Emilia wanted to impress her gf so that is part of it I am sure'.

My left fist crushes into your solar plexus, and I swear the entire crowd falls silent as your eyes nearly pop out of your skull, your body going rigid as breath is expelled at force from your lungs. Your arms and legs collapse to the mat, as you suddenly begin wheezing, gasping and sobbing. This sends the crowd into a frenzy, watching the fan-favorite reduced to tears now, pinned beneath the supposed rookie. I sit atop my throne, straddling your hips, as my eyes flick to Tasha, giving her a reassuring smirk as I turn my attention back to my fallen victim.

I grab you by your hair, and pin your head to the mat, launching a vicious backhand to your cheek in yet more punishment for slabbing my Tasha, and then I slowly glare up towards the far side, where Bridgette and Megan are sat, and with a soft smirk on my lips, and direct eye contact with Bridge, I wink at her, before getting up and dragging Alexa up to her feet by her scalp as I walk towards the couple, dragging Alexa by the hair. As we get near the wall, I yank the bitch forwards, flicking her towards the wall like she did to me not long ago, and letting the crowd hear the smash. Staring Bridgette down the entire time.

As you slump into the wall, falling to your knees, I stand over you, smirking as I look down over you. I grab the back of your bikini and give it a tug, undoing it, and letting it fall to the floor before I pick it up. "You're going to be a good little bitch aren't you!" I hiss, wrapping the bikini top around your throat, and tugging it back, forcing you into a kneeling position at my feet, facing away from me, displaying you to the crowd. "Tell me how much of a bitch you are." I purr in your ear, "Let the crowd hear you."

As far as I remember it's the first non-sexual fight I see from Emilia, taking such a tough fighter like Alexa apart is very respectable.  :o

By the way, where is Alexa's sexy friend that accompanied her to the ring the last time?

You suddenly grab my hair again and pin my head down on the mat, positioning my face straight up. OMG, now what is she going to do, I think to myself just as you savagely backhand me across the face while you yell out "That's what you get for slapping my Tasha!" I cry out and my body stiffens again, my arms and legs jerk up off the mat and then drop down again limp. You still have a tight hold on my hair while you look out to the crowd again. You pull me up off the mat by my hair to a sitting position and then you stand up. You give my ass a little kick and yank me up to my feet.

I stand on shaky legs with my arms hanging limp by my sides, whimpering a little as you hold me up by my hair with yer claws digging into my scalp. We stand there while you let the crowd see that you are in total control. Then you walk toward the wall dragging me behind you by my hair and I can hear some of the crowd laughing. My badly hurt knee is making me limp slowing you down so you yank my hair harder forcing me to move faster. As we get close to the wall I see that we're headed straight toward that hated blonde bitch Bridgette and her little bitch Megan. Memories of my last time in the Pit with Bridge run through my head for a second until you say "Payback time bitch!" and fling me into the wall. I crash into it right in front of Bridgette, my sweaty body leaving a wet streak on the pads as I slide down to my knees facing the wall.

Yer fingers undo my bikini top and pull it off me exposing my little tits. "You are such a bitch!" I gasp out. You wrap my top around my neck pulling me away from the wall, still on my knees, and tighten it a bit. You stand behind me displaying me on my knees to the crowd and start taunting. "You're the one on yer knees so that makes you the bitch! And you're going to be a good little bitch aren't you!" My eyes go wide and I start clawing at the fabric of my top to try to loosen it. You lean down and hiss in my ear "Tell me how much of a bitch you are." I keep tugging, trying to wedge my fingers between the fabric and my neck. You giggle as you purr "Let the crowd hear it!" I slap weakly at yer arm, my face getting redder as you try to choke me. "Fuck... you... bitch!" I gasp out.

Yeesh! Emilia is using Alexa to make a statement and wow what a statement she's making!!

I didn't want to speak too soon but Emilia isn't to played with. She's had her way with several girls here. Two things she does well with is finishing in a dominant fashion. Then like Karleigh said she makes a statement! This is the first fight I've seen where she's gotten  really angry though.

I pull back hard on your bikini top, strangling you as I smirk up towards the crowd, my eyes locked perfectly on Bridgette's as I lick my lips, mouthing two words. "You're. Next." But that's all the attention that bitch is getting, as my eyes flick down towards Alexa. "I'm more than just a bitch... I'm so much more than just a bitch!" I hiss at you, as you grab at the string around your throat, gasping as you beg for a free breath, anything to feel the freedom of oxygen once again, but it's something that I plan on charging you dearly for!

As you gasp out once more, I work on dragging you up to your feet via the top around your throat, watching as your legs tremble, and you continue to gasp and claw for breath. "See, when I said you'd suffer. I wasn't lying!" I hiss, and with a viciousness yet unseen I rapidly step back, and pull down brutally on the strings of your top, trying to slam you down onto the floor via your throat. Watching as your body cracks against the floor, your throat finally free of the tension I applied, but your eyes misted over, glazed from the pain as you struggle through tears, be it from the pain of the lack of breath to your head who knows. I don't care either.

"Get up you worthless skank!" I hiss, enraged, seeing nothing but red as I lean over and grab you by the hair, dragging you across the mat as you kick and struggle, trying to keep up to relieve as much pain as possible. "It's time for your walk of shame!" I growl before I reach the side of the pit, my left hand going to the wall as I let you get somewhat recuperated. "Take a deep breath bitch!" I sneer,  before shoving your face deep into my ass using your hair. "The walk begins now!" as I slowly walk my way around the perimeter, your face not leaving my cheeks.

My face gets even redder and I start to gag a bit as you tighten the string around my neck constricting my breathing even more. I keep tugging at it desperately with my fingers to loosen it if I can. We are right in front of Bridgette and my wide frightened eyes lock on hers. She is looking at me with a shocked expression and I can see a little fear in her eyes too. I'm getting even more light headed and dizzy and manage to gasp out in a raspy breathless begging voice "Please ... stop... "

Instead of stopping, you yank up on my top forcing me up to my feet in front of you. My legs are so weak I almost sink back down again but you keep me there with yer grip on my bikini top around my neck. You give it a few shakes making my exposed little tits jiggle for the crowd. You slam yer own larger tits into my back making me thrust out my chest. My arms drop down and hang limp by my sides. You slowly turn us around in a circle so everyone in the Arena gets a good look. Then you step back and whip my top down hard jerking me backwards sending me crashing to the mat on my back with a loud thud. The pressure on my throat is finally gone and I wheeze in some badly needed air hoping you're finished and I can just lie here for a while.

But after you walk around my body with a smirk you give me a hard kick in the side and hiss "Get up you worthless skank! It's time for your walk of shame!" You grab my hair using it to drag me across the mat. I cry out from the pain and start waving my arms and kicking my legs, my bare feet slapping the mat as I try to keep up. We reach the side of the Pit and you stand by the wall, resting yer left hand on it while you hold my hair with yer right. You use my hair to pull me up to my hands and knees. You sneer at me "Take a deep breath bitch!" In a flash I realize what you're going to do. I try to pull my head back but you shove my face deep into yer ass. My eyes are pressed against yer cheeks and my nose is pushed up the crack. I give a muffled moan as you start yer slow victory walk along the whole perimeter of the Pit with me crawling in shame behind you, my face pushed into yer big booty.

Just to give you feedback about how I witnesses this battle:

I watched this poll from time to time, both did excellent postings but Bridgette really draw away the attention from them (also due to her incredible new profile picture) everytime she did a posting.

Emilia was able to draw my attention back with her dominating show before the "walk of shame". What really gave me goosebumps were these lines:
"As we get close to the wall I see that we're headed straight toward that hated blonde bitch Bridgette and her little bitch Megan.", "...strangling you as I smirk up towards the crowd, my eyes locked perfectly on Bridgette's as I lick my lips, mouthing two words. "You're. Next." But that's all the attention that bitch is getting...",  "...and then I slowly glare up towards the far side, where Bridgette and Megan are sat, and with a soft smirk on my lips, and direct eye contact with Bridge, I wink at her, before getting up and dragging Alexa up to her feet by her scalp as I walk towards the couple, dragging Alexa by the hair. As we get near the wall, I yank the bitch forwards, flicking her towards the wall like she did to me not long ago, and letting the crowd hear the smash. Staring Bridgette down the entire time."

I don't wanna force a fight between them, just want to underline that you can smell the tension between Emilia and Bridgette if they are in the same room. This is far from ordinary!

Quote from: User1 on April 21, 2020, 10:16:40 PM
Just to give you feedback about how I witnesses this battle:

I watched this poll from time to time, both did excellent postings but Bridgette really draw away the attention from them (also due to her incredible new profile picture) everytime she did a posting.

Emilia was able to draw my attention back with her dominating show before the "walk of shame". What really gave me goosebumps were these lines:
"As we get close to the wall I see that we're headed straight toward that hated blonde bitch Bridgette and her little bitch Megan.", "...strangling you as I smirk up towards the crowd, my eyes locked perfectly on Bridgette's as I lick my lips, mouthing two words. "You're. Next." But that's all the attention that bitch is getting...",  "...and then I slowly glare up towards the far side, where Bridgette and Megan are sat, and with a soft smirk on my lips, and direct eye contact with Bridge, I wink at her, before getting up and dragging Alexa up to her feet by her scalp as I walk towards the couple, dragging Alexa by the hair. As we get near the wall, I yank the bitch forwards, flicking her towards the wall like she did to me not long ago, and letting the crowd hear the smash. Staring Bridgette down the entire time."

I don't wanna force a fight between them, just want to underline that you can smell the tension between Emilia and Bridgette if they are in the same room. This is far from ordinary!

Well I certianly hope I wasn't a distraction... These two deserve every ounce of credit and I think it's safe to say that there really isn't anyone including myself that could take any attention anyway from these two. Everyone just witnessed two of the best strategists, creative fighters here...Alexa and Emilias writing and posts speak for themselves. I have been lucky enough to fight that little bitch Alexa three times and she is one of the very best toughest writers/fighters I have ever faced. Emilia, well just look at her and her writing...The bitch is good really good and she has gained a ton of fans because of it. Amazing poll bitchs!  :-*

With your face buried so deep in my ass it makes even walking challenging, I begin the long, slow parade around the arena, basking in the glory of my victory as the crowd cheers, some boos are thrown at me, and some faces are darting between mine, and a spot in the crowd. I know what it is, Bridgette will be on her feet, watching, ensuring she sees everything right now. But she's not my concern, not yet. For now, Alexa deserves my attention, all of it.

As we walk, I continuously pick the pace up, forcing her to crawl faster, before abruptly stopping, and having her ram her face deeper into my ass every time, and listening to her moaning in defiance is it... or further submission perhaps. "Shut it back there bitch!" I hiss, reaching between my own legs now that we are about halfway, and yanking your head through my legs by your hair, standing over you like a you're my little horse. "So come on bitch. You promised me a fight, where was it!" I growl, crushing your ribs with my legs, as I squeeze you, winding you.

I continue to do this for a while, listening as your breath grows raspy. "Don't black out yet whore!" I demand, for the final time, grabbing you by your bikini bottoms, and practically yanking them so far up your ass they should've split, and leading you via wedgie back towards Bridgette and Megan. As I pause a couple of meters away from the wall in front of the happy little couple, I let you collapse to the floor. "Hey Megan!" I call out, slamming my foot down on Alexa's back, flattening her down, and then rolling her over with the kick of my foot. "This is what I'm going to do to your bitch when I get my Championship Belt!" I snarl, before stepping over Alexa's head, looking down, looking back up and winking, before dropping my ass suddenly and brutally over Alexa's face, shoving her nose deep into my ass.

You take the long long victory walk all the way around the Pit using my hair to pull me behind you on my hands and knees. If that isn't humiliating enough you make sure my face is buried deep in yer big ass the whole time, for everybody to see. Except me. I can't see anything. Yer ass cheeks are pressed hard against my eyes and yer tight grip on my hair is keeping my face right where it is. I can't see but I sure can hear the crowd cheering and giggling and I also can hear a few boos but they are drowned out by the noise supporting you.

My nose is mashed and I'm having trouble breathing but you keep pulling and I keep crawling. I can't believe this is happening to me. And now you start speeding up forcing me to crawl faster. Then you stop and my face ends up going even deeper in yer ass. You can barely hear my muffled moan over the crowd's laughter every time you do it. After the fourth time the frustration and shame has built up so much in me that my muffled moan is a lot louder and I slap my hand down on the mat. you respond with a hissing "Shut it back there bitch!" and you yank my hair back pulling my red face out of yer ass. You stand on tiptoe and move backward pulling my head through yer legs. What is this bitch going to do now? I find out when you start crushing my ribs between yer legs. "Arrgghhh!" this isn't fair! I'm the dancer, I'm the one supposed to be scissoring you! But you're doing it to me and damn yer legs are strong!

You do this for a while, enjoying yerself, listening to my gasps that turn to racking raspy wheezes as you squeeze the breath out of me. Suddenly I wail in pain when you yank my bikini bottoms up so hard the fabric cuts into my tender skin. My hands ball into fists and my feet thump the mat in reaction to the pain. You walk/ride me over to Bridgette and Megan by my hair and bikini bottoms and release me so I crumple facedown on the mat in a heap. You use yer foot to flatten me all the way down and then kick my body to roll me over onto my back. I don't fight it, I can't, I'm totally spent and beaten now. I just whimper with each kick and let you roll me over. I'm in a fog, my head is swimming, I know you are saying something but I can't make out what it is. My blurry eyes see a dark shadow over me getting bigger and bigger. It's yer ass dropping viciously on my face. You make sure I'm facing up by grabbing my hair just before you sit heavily. You grind down flattening my nose and hold my hair to pull my face in deeper. "Mmmmppphhhh!" I can't breathe trapped and pinned under yer big booty, my arms wave weakly, my legs slide on the mat. "Mmmmppphhhh!"

I give Emilia a knowing nod as she has been impressive in her fight with Alexa. I look at Bridgette and plant my lips to hers and slide my tongue in and swirl it around her tongue. After a few seconds I break off my kiss with my sexy Alpha wife and look at Emilia with a smirk. I take the championship belt I have been holding for Bridge and put it around her waist and look back at Emilia and give her a slow sarcastic clapping of my hands.

I thought Alexa could win this fight but clearly Emilia was just too much. She is so strong!

I can feel every feature of your face in my ass, to the way your nose sticks into my cheeks, from the desperate gasps from your lips, trying to suck in and expel as much ass-flesh as possible it seems. But still, I shall not yield. Not yet. As my ass sits upon my throne, my eyes beam through the crowd, basking in the glory being heralded my way, but always coming back to rest on two figures, neither showing much enthusiasm, but understandably so considering the connotations of such an ordeal. I can feel you faltering beneath me though, and I'm not prepared to let you go, so these two will have to wait.

"You're not going to sleep yet are you bitch?" I hiss, moving my hips side to side, gaging a reaction, and realizing you're still cognizant enough to respond, "If you want to keep some dignity this evening, you're going to tap right now!" I hiss, slapping the side of my own ass, "Come on and tap me right here!" I demand, watching as your hand meekly raises itself into the air, and just before you're able to slap the side of my ass in submission, I grab your wrist, holding it. "You don't choose when this is over." I hiss.

Rapidly, i stand myself back up, watching as you gasp. "But now, you get to watch what happens next." I tease, moving around and standing over Alexa's head. Slowly, I lift my left foot, and then place it down firmly over your face, my toes covering your mouth, and my eyes locked onto Bridgette. "Ok bitch. This is me calling you out. I want a shot at that title!" I hiss at you, rubbing my foot all over Alexa's face. "You and me. In here. Monday!" I demand, watching for the slightest of reactions.

In the meantime, my eyes flick back down to my victim. "Come, I've had enough of these lights. Your ass is mine, and I will make it so!" I hiss, reaching down and grabbing you once more by the hair. I take one last look back at Bridgette and Megan, and with my free hand, gesture a belt around my waist, and then grab at the bottoms of the bitch before me, and brutally tearing them up through your ass, listening to the fabric rip, and discarding them on the floor in the direction of the 'happy couple', before slowly turning and dragging Alexa by her hair in tow, heading for my door, with countless devious sexual punishments in store for the bitch who tried to keep me down.

Emilia is just do dominant! Make a path for the queen! Well done! Tremendous poll!

Quote from: ##catfightWATCHA413 on April 23, 2020, 11:29:51 PM
What about a tag team match  Alexa and Emilia vs Bridgette and Megan.
Just an idea. Think it would make a good matchup  :).   All of you could make up the way it is fought and the stakes if you wanted any or just think of multiple ideas and let FCF vote for their favorite kind of tag match they want to see.  :)

There is no chance Alexa will ever form any form of team after what Emilia did to her.

I hated Alexa as she did humilating things to Bridgette after she once defeated her but now I even feel sorry for Alexa....

Those fights in the Arena pit are really emotional.

We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 03:09:45 AM

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Ummmmmm correction to both of you bitchs...Don't you mean Bridgettes pit? Emilia it is far from being "Your" pit bitch!  :P

Quote from: #Bridgette# on April 25, 2020, 10:02:55 PM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 03:09:45 AM

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Ummmmmm correction to both of you bitchs...Don't you mean Bridgettes pit? Emilia it is far from being "Your" pit bitch!  :P

Rubbing my forearm on the plaque on the pit that says 'Bridgette's pit'. "Hey baby, after you dispose of Em and I find some brave soul willing to get in the pit with me (Yes, that was a hint to whoever) can I add my name beside yours on this plaque? There's a tiny spot over in the right hand corner at the top I think it can fit in"

Quote from: #Bridgette# on April 25, 2020, 10:02:55 PM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 03:09:45 AM

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Ummmmmm correction to both of you bitchs...Don't you mean Bridgettes pit? Emilia it is far from being "Your" pit bitch!  :P

Bridgette's  LUCKY's pit is more like it!   :P

Quote from: ^Megan^ on April 25, 2020, 11:31:08 PM

Quote from: #Bridgette# on April 25, 2020, 10:02:55 PM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 03:09:45 AM

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Ummmmmm correction to both of you bitchs...Don't you mean Bridgettes pit? Emilia it is far from being "Your" pit bitch!  :P

Rubbing my forearm on the plaque on the pit that says 'Bridgette's pit'. "Hey baby, after you dispose of Em and I find some brave soul willing to get in the pit with me (Yes, that was a hint to whoever) can I add my name beside yours on this plaque? There's a tiny spot over in the right hand corner at the top I think it can fit in"

Megan, if and when you make yer first appearance in the Pit against whoever, maybe some of yer wifey's LUCK will rub off on ya!  ;)   :P 

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 26, 2020, 02:55:59 PM

Quote from: ^Megan^ on April 25, 2020, 11:31:08 PM

Quote from: #Bridgette# on April 25, 2020, 10:02:55 PM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 03:09:45 AM

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 25, 2020, 02:54:43 AM

Quote from: *Alexa* on April 25, 2020, 02:03:00 AM

Quote from: couples compete on April 24, 2020, 07:49:36 PM
We are fans of Alexa but she is just overwhelmed when fighting these bigger stronger opponents. Very impressed with Emilia. Let's feed Bridgete to her!!!

Thanks for yer support! Obviously I wish the ending of this fight turned out a lot differently but it is what it is. To be fair to Emilia, she may be 2 inches taller than me but we both weigh the same, 125 pounds. Give her the credit she deserves! She didn't beat me because she's bigger than I am, we're the same size. 

Lex  ;)

Thank you very much, darling! I'm honored to have faced you in the Pit, and our fight was legendary beyond belief! To manage to defeat you in such a manner involved no skill at all, but was in fact luck, and perhaps your own failure to prepare. You are welcome back in MY pit anytime ;)

Em x

You're right, it WAS legendary! I know I'll never forget it, that's for sure. And I'm pretty sure everyone who witnessed it won't forget it either. You're a terrific fighter, Em! You're tough and skilled and you did overwhelm me at the end. I would have raised yer hand up after you beat me but you were sitting on me at the time!  :P  Maybe I did under estimate you and you made me pay for that. It won't happen again the next time we meet in *YOUR* Pit! But I have to recover first and I'm gonna sit back and enjoy watching you and Bridgette rip into each other!   :-*

Ummmmmm correction to both of you bitchs...Don't you mean Bridgettes pit? Emilia it is far from being "Your" pit bitch!  :P

Rubbing my forearm on the plaque on the pit that says 'Bridgette's pit'. "Hey baby, after you dispose of Em and I find some brave soul willing to get in the pit with me (Yes, that was a hint to whoever) can I add my name beside yours on this plaque? There's a tiny spot over in the right hand corner at the top I think it can fit in"

Megan, if and when you make yer first appearance in the Pit against whoever, maybe some of yer wifey's LUCK will rub off on ya!  ;)   :P

Now Alexa, you know Bridge is not Irish BUT to be on the safe side I will eat a bowl of Lucky Charms on the day of...I may need it lol.

This series is So hot!!! I can't wait to see Emilias quest for the championship!

Quote from: Emilia_da_ass on April 24, 2020, 02:03:37 AM
I can feel every feature of your face in my ass, to the way your nose sticks into my cheeks, from the desperate gasps from your lips, trying to suck in and expel as much ass-flesh as possible it seems. But still, I shall not yield. Not yet. As my ass sits upon my throne, my eyes beam through the crowd, basking in the glory being heralded my way, but always coming back to rest on two figures, neither showing much enthusiasm, but understandably so considering the connotations of such an ordeal. I can feel you faltering beneath me though, and I'm not prepared to let you go, so these two will have to wait.

"You're not going to sleep yet are you bitch?" I hiss, moving my hips side to side, gaging a reaction, and realizing you're still cognizant enough to respond, "If you want to keep some dignity this evening, you're going to tap right now!" I hiss, slapping the side of my own ass, "Come on and tap me right here!" I demand, watching as your hand meekly raises itself into the air, and just before you're able to slap the side of my ass in submission, I grab your wrist, holding it. "You don't choose when this is over." I hiss.

Rapidly, i stand myself back up, watching as you gasp. "But now, you get to watch what happens next." I tease, moving around and standing over Alexa's head. Slowly, I lift my left foot, and then place it down firmly over your face, my toes covering your mouth, and my eyes locked onto Bridgette. "Ok bitch. This is me calling you out. I want a shot at that title!" I hiss at you, rubbing my foot all over Alexa's face. "You and me. In here. Monday!" I demand, watching for the slightest of reactions.

In the meantime, my eyes flick back down to my victim. "Come, I've had enough of these lights. Your ass is mine, and I will make it so!" I hiss, reaching down and grabbing you once more by the hair. I take one last look back at Bridgette and Megan, and with my free hand, gesture a belt around my waist, and then grab at the bottoms of the bitch before me, and brutally tearing them up through your ass, listening to the fabric rip, and discarding them on the floor in the direction of the 'happy couple', before slowly turning and dragging Alexa by her hair in tow, heading for my door, with countless devious sexual punishments in store for the bitch who tried to keep me down.

    I lift my left foot, and then place it down firmly over your face, my toes covering your mouth, and my eyes locked onto Bridgette. "Ok bitch. This is me calling you out. I want a shot at that title!" I hiss at you, rubbing my foot all over Alexa's face. "You and me. In here. Monday!" I demand, watching for the slightest of reactions. 


You want a fight slut!!!!! You got one!!! That title belt is staying with me bitch!!!

Wow, Bridgette! Seriously? Okay, you wanted to accept Emilia's challenge, that's great! I hope the two of you rip each other to shreds!   :P

But did you really have to not only quote what that bitch did to me but then repeat it word for word yerself? Really? Seriously??  >:(   ???