Nicole vs Chelsea - Basement Cat/Apt Wrestling Match to Facesit KO

Started by Chelsea, March 16, 2024, 09:01:08 PM

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Chelsea

Nicole and I met at a wine tasting class and we both felt a rivalry between us right away. She suggested we meet at her place one night to have a match. I agreed. That night after a glass of wine we both changed into our bikinis and went down to her basement. We brought the wine bottle and our glasses. She had mats set up in the middle off the room. We agreed on the rules and that the winner would KO the loser with a reverse facesit the loser. 

Who will enjoy a celebration glass of wine while reverse facesitting the KO'd loser?

Nicole 5'4 125ish lbs

Nicole's profile: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=82036

Chelsea 5'5 123 lbs

Chelsea's profile: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=68711

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Chelsea

It must have been the wine. I did feel a connection when I was talking to Nicole and sizing her up but I don't usually agree to a match right away. After talking about our past matches she made the offer and I said yes.

During the drive I was a little scared and excited. I wondered what the hell am I doing. I got to her place and pulled into the driveway. She let me in and we had a glass of wine that I needed for my nervous reaction to the match we were about to have. We changed into our bikinis and went downstairs.

I stepped on the mats across from her and looked her over head to toe. She looks strong and tough. I can take her though. "No way I'm backing out, Nicole. I want to apologize right now for knocking you out in your own basement. Nothing personal."

MaverickJ

Smart money is on Nicole for the win. She's bigger, tougher, stronger and she was a former champ. Nicole facesit KOs Chelsea in her basement!
I told you when I came I was a gambler

Ameliabor


Chelsea

I adjust my bikini as I stand on the mat. It's a little warm down here, I wish there was a fan. I'll be sweating in no time. I look at you standing there and you start to move at me. I move forward too. We circle a little and get closer. I see you smile. So do I. Its going to be a fun little tussle. She's smiling. Her hands are down.

Then my head rocks to the side from one of the hardest slaps I ever got in my life! "OWWWWW!"

My ponytail whips and I stagger back a couple steps. I bring my hand up to my red cheek and work my jaw. I feel my eyes get wet with tears and wipe them away fast with the back of my hand. I look at you blinking my eyes. Your still smiling, only its bigger now.

"You bitch! You want to play rough, huh? Okay with me!" I move at you fast and swing my right hand out at your smiling face with a hard slap of my own!!

melissa_stakes

Pay up BITCH!

Chelsea

I grin as you stumble back and I see the red imprint of my palm on your face. "How does that feel? Hurts huh?" I start moving at you but you charge me and suddenly grab my hair. Your fingers sink deep and you start yanking roughly and wildly. How did she know I hate getting my hair pulled? My scalp is really sensitive and the pain you are causing feels like a fire burning in my scalp.I cry out from the pain and try to grab your hair. You must know that's what I would do because you lean your head back away from my hands. You start pulling me around the mats and I stumble along with you. I start slapping at your arms and you pull even harder forcing me down to my knees crying out with tears in my eyes. "Let go of my hair, bitch!!" I grab your wrists to try to get your hands out of my hair. 

LyssaSue

Nicole easily beats the plastic Barbie doll
Don't Mess With A West Texas Blonde

Chelsea

Quote from: Nicole on March 20, 2024, 07:18:32 PM
I continue to dig my fingers deeply into your soft hair...hearing you wince and seeing the pain on your face I start pulling you around the room...."how does that feel, bitch...I'm going to rip your hair out!!!!" I scream before swinging you around and around and throwing you to the mat. You fall quickly, landing hard and rolling quickly into the wall...I move quickly toward you, grab your ankles and lifting your legs upward while pulling you back to the center of the room. I fall forward to me knees, now straddling your stomach, leaning forward, pushing down hard on your shoulders forcing them against the mat ...looking down into your eyes again smiling..."having fun yet, Chelsea?? I again reach my hands deep into your hair and begin pulling you back to your feet...

I cry out in pain as you pull me around the room by my hair stumbling along with you as you yell at me ... then I start screaming when you swing me around and around by my hair before you throw me down hard on the mats. I land in a heap and quickly roll to the wall sobbing with both hands on my head thats burning from all the hair pulling. I know you must have pulled some out from the terrible pain. "You bitch!" You grab my ankles and pull me to the middle of the room. "Leave me alone!" I try kicking at you with both feet. You let my legs fall and drop down hard on my belly with your big butt. "Ooof!" You get up and grab my hair again. I cry out "Let go!!!" As you pull me back up to my feet with tears in my eyes I make a fist and fire it right at your inviting belly to try to make you let go of my poor hair.

Lauren (Tatt Cat)

I'm a blonde blazing comet! Yeah, I know, comets crash and burn out. But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, we give a LOVELY light!

Chelsea

My punch in your belly finally makes you let go of my hair. My scalp feels on fire from you using my hair to throw and pull me all over the basement like a rag doll. I'm hurting and mad and embarrassed at the way you've been controlling the match. "It's my turn now bitch!" I say as I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up. I grab your hair as you bend over and start pulling you around now by your hair. "See how you like it!" I yell as I yank hard and walk you all over the mats.

Chelsea

It feels great pulling you around by the hair after all you did to me. My scalp still burns and I see strands and clumps of my hair on the mat ... You stumble and I yank you up to your feet again laughing at you. "You want to keep your hair? Walk BITCH!!!" I shake your head viciously and turn to face you to get a better grip to yank harder when you sink your nails deep into my left breast and squeeze. I scream as your claws dig in the tender flesh. I let go of your hair and grab your wrist trying to pull your hand away as the pain buckles my legs and I start to sink to my knees. "Let ... go ... of ... my ... breast ... you SLUT!" I tug at your wrist with both hands now trying not to scream again.