Thursday, January 7, 2021

8-2-2474 Nicole vs. Trixie

 

Nicole vs. Trixie

(Catfight Cavern)


 I haven’t seen Nicole since the nasty defeat she received at the hands of Lauren almost a month ago.  She has called out another older fighter that I frequently sleep with, Trixie, to a fight at Catfight Cavern and the slightly older woman has hungrily accepted.  The two women stand staring at each other from opposites corners of the big blue mat. 

 “On THIS side of the Mat:  In the black panties and thigh highs…NICOLE!!!”  Scattered applause and cheers.

 


“And on this side…her opponent, in the lime green panties with dark green bordering….TRIXIE!!!” About the same amount of cheers, applause and boos. It seems these two have about an equal fan base. 

 


DING! DING! DING!

 

The two women step forward, raise their fists, and slowly circle.  Each is wary of the other, being veteran fighters.  After a couple passes they lunge into each other.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

A nasty fist fight ensues  After a couple minutes they are both bloody and they lock up into a bearhug and begin to stagger around the mat.  The crowd chants:

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

THUD!  Trixie slams a punch deep into Nicole’s gut and her whole body is briefly lifted off her feet.  She grunts and immediately returns the gut blow. 

 

THUD!  Trixie grunts as she is lifted off her feet in the exact same manner.  She swiftly returns the blow.

 

THUD!

 

This goes on for several rounds.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

Then Nicole slaps Trixie in the face.  

 

CRACK!!!  The pig tailed fighter is sent staggering backward, shaking her head from the stunning unexpected blow.  Nicole swiftly steps forward and jabs her in the face.

 

PLAP!  Trixie sprays blood into the overhead lights as she stumbles backward drunkenly, her arms pinwheeling.  She drops to her ass.

 

THUD!  Nicole rushes in and grabs her by one pigtail.  She cocks her fist. 

 

THUD!  Trixie punches her in the crotch.

 

“GAK!”  Nicole squawks in agony and staggers back a few steps.  Trixie drops to all fours.  Nicole drops to her butt.  Trixie crawls towards her.  Nicole pitches forward onto her hands and knees and crawls forward.  They collide belly to belly in the center of the mat and topple to their sides.  Their arms and legs wrap around each other.  They both let out a mingled moan of pain, fear and desperation. 

 

“OOOOHhhhhhOoohHhhhh…”

 

They reach for each other’s hair.

 

“UNGH! OH! OH! OH! UNGH!”

 

They begin to roll across the mat, legs intertwined,  bellies pressed together,  hands gripping each other by the hair.   First one is on top, then the other. They roll to one side of the mat, almost off, and then start to roll the other way.  About halfway back across Nicole finally secures a mount and prevents Trixie from rolling her back over.  

 

THRACK!  She SMASHES Trixie in the face with a NASTY blow.  Trixie lurches and goes limp.  She’s out!   Nicole quickly scampers up her body, sliding her crotch across the pig tailed fighter’s belly before settling into a chest straddling mount.  She snatches one of Trixie’s pig tails, pulls her head off the mat, poises her fist over her face, pauses then drills her.

 

THUD!!!   

 

Blood splatters the air.  Trixie’s feet twitch slightly.  Nicole punches her again.

 

THUD!

 

And again.

 

THUD!

 

And on and on until the warning bell is finally rung to stop the fight.  This is not a death match, after all. 

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!

 

A veteran fighter like Nicole knows not to violate the rules of the venue, and she immediately lets Trixie’s head flop to the mat and stands up over her, betraying no injury of her own though she herself is battered bruised and bloody.  She places a foot victoriously on Trixie’s neck and raises her arms, displaying her small but perfectly rounded muscles.   Hard muscles that she has used again and again to put down other women with ease.  She gives her heel the slightest twist and Trixie’s body gives a tiny reflexive jerk.  Nicole is displaying her dominance now.  She is showing that were this a death match, Trixie would be finished for good right now. Nicole is the superior woman. 

 DING! DING! DING!

 


“HERE IS YOUR WNNER…NICOLE!!!” 

 She holds her pose long enough to take a few deep breaths, her perky grapefruit sized breasts rising up and down, then she quickly steps off her victim, pivots and strolls into the darkness surrounding the brightly lit fighting mat, where she takes Ishmael by the hand and leads him out of the fighting arena and towards her house in the suburbs of Green Tower City.

 

A nurse and two mat girls quickly rush up onto the mat to tend to Trixie, who needs immediate medical attention.  She will be in the hospital for a while.

 

As soon as we get out onto the street Nicole leans into me for support and we walk slowly the rest of the way.  She is hurt and exhausted. 

 

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