I start my day out at Catfight Cavern, where I am told a
special grudge fight is to take place between two long time enemies, Camille
and Simone. By the time I arrive at the venue and take my permanently reserved
special seat right on the floor next to the fighting mat I see that the two
women are already standing in their opposite corners, glaring at each
other. Simone has stripped off her usual
wrestling boots and is fighting in just her lime green panties. Camille is in her red velvet panties as
always, and I notice both girls have pieces of rope laying on the mat in their
corner.
As always, the management has waited for my arrival before
commencing the bout.
“TODAY WE START OFF WITH A SPECIAL RULES GRUDGE FIGHT! LOSER GETS HOG TIED AND LEFT IN FRONT OF THE
VENUE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!!!”
The crowd bursts into excited cheering. The idea of a humiliated loser having to lay
on the ground in front of the entrance to this popular venue, hog tied, is a
tantalizing notion.
“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE RED VELVET PANTIES…CAMILLE!”
The luscious blonde fighter gets a nominal amount of support
from her fan base, but it is clear immediately she is not the odds on favorite in
this match up.
“CAMILLE IS 21 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 86 WINS, 37 LOSSES AND 5 KILLS!!!”
Camille stands there calmly glaring at her opponent.
“AND IN THIS CORNER OF THE MAT…IN THE LIGHT GREEN PANTIES….SIMONE!!!”
A much louder cheer goes up for Simone. She has a brutal reputation and is one of the
more feared fighters in the city, though she is known for making good use of
her wrestling boots in a fight, which she is not wearing today, so perhaps this
will even the odds up somewhat.
“SIMONE IS 20 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 63 WINS…12 LOSSES…AND 9 KILLS!!!”
Though younger, Simone’s stats show her to have the superior
record. The crowd cheers and begins to
chant Simone’s name.
“SIMONE! SIMONE! SIMONE! SIMONE! SIMONE!”
Camille seems unimpressed and adjusts the waistband of her
velvet panties slightly while she waits for the bell to ring.
DING!
DING! DING!
Slowly the two women step out of their corners and stride purposefully
towards each other. When they get within
a few feet from each other they begin to circle, keeping their eyes locked and
fists up. The tension mounts.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A frenzied barrage of blows is exchanged. Camille takes a nasty right hook to the face
and is sent to her knees, though she quickly scampers away and starts to get
up. Simone hustles after her, grabbing
her by one of her long blonde pig tails.
“GET UP BITCH! I’M
GONNA DO YOU FAST!”
Camille throws her body forward and wraps her arms around
Simone’s midsection holding her in close.
Simone pulls down on the girl’s pigtails.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Camille
cries out in pain. Simone gives her a knee
to the crotch.
THUD!!!
“MMMPH!!!” Camille spits
blood as she is lifted off the mat from the blow. She drops to her knees.
THUD!!! Camille manages to nail Simone in the crotch with a
decent jab and the pony tailed brawler is sent staggering back a few steps,
wincing in pain.
“GASP! GASP!” Camille
exhales deeply as she struggle to stand up.
She raises her fists and beckons towards her enemy. Simone raises her fists and the two women begin
to circle again.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd starts in on its favorite chant as
the two enemies slowly step around each other in the middle of the big blue
fighting mat.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Again they engage in a furious fist fight, then suddenly move
in close, grabbing each other by the hair with one hand and still punching with
the other.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
Blood sprinkles the mat as Camille and Simone pound each
other in the face. Suddenly Camille’s
hands drop limply to her sides. She is
out. Simone holds her up by a pig tail
and bashes her a couple more times in the face.
Then finally lets go of her hair and lets her flop face first to the mat with a loud thud.
THUD!!!
Camille’s body twitches slightly then goes limp. Simone walks over and gives her a decent stomp to the back of the head.
THUD!!! Camille’s body lurches again and goes limp. A puddle of blood spreads out from where her face is depressing down into the thick mat. Camille casually strolls over to her corner to get her lengths of rope.
“SIMONE! SIMONE! SIMONE! SIMONE!” The crowd chants the name of their hero as the bruised and beaten Camille is trussed up like a hog. Finally Simone finishes her work and laces a foot on the back of Camille’s head and raises her fists in victory.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…SIMONE!!!”
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…SIMONE!!!”
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