Episode 2 - Karlas Catfight Career Begins (Match 1 vs Trainer Lightning) (Match 2 vs Alice)
(Click below for the Voice Post)
(Part 1 was recorded with my own voice. Sorry i am still getting better at splicing them together so the audio cut out a few times. Ill upload the AI voice for comparison)
Hi, I'm Karla, a sexy 18-year-old Latina with a killer body.
I stand at 5 feet 3 inches tall and weigh about 99 pounds, but don't let my
petite size fool you - I'm a force to be reckoned with in the ring! My
measurements are 32D-24-34, giving me a perfectly proportioned figure that
turns heads wherever I go. I have long, luscious black hair that I love to toss
around during a fight, and captivating brown eyes that can pierce right through
my opponents. I'm proud of my athletic build and take great care of my body,
working out regularly to stay in top shape for my wrestling and catfight
matches. Despite my youthful appearance, I have a fiery spirit and a wicked
streak that makes me a formidable competitor. I may look like a sweet little
girl, but in reality, I'm a fierce and dominant jobber heel who loves nothing
more than making other girls submit to me.
This is how i got started in catfighting for the Catz Claw Club! (CCC)....
I had just turned 18 and was working my first job after a long hard day. Oh my god, that night was crazy! I started working as a waitress at this popular bar downtown, and one night after my shift, I went out with some of my friends. We were having a great time, dancing and drinking, and before I knew it, I was the last one left at the bar. I was feeling a little tipsy and was about to call it a night when this jealous bitch came out of nowhere and started talking shit. She was pissed because I had been flirting with her boyfriend earlier in the night, even though I had no idea who he was. She pushed me and I stumbled back, but I quickly regained my balance and pushed her back even harder. She came at me, swinging her fists wildly, but I dodged most of her punches and landed a few solid hits of my own. We ended up rolling around on the ground, pulling each other's hair and scratching at each other's faces. I could feel my clothes ripping and my skin burning as she clawed at me, but I was too fueled by adrenaline to feel any pain. I managed to get on top of her and pinned her down, straddling her waist and using all my weight to keep her immobilized. I grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the ground a few times, then leaned in close and spit in her face. "That's what you get for fucking with me, bitch," I hissed. She struggled underneath me, but I held her down firmly, enjoying the feeling of dominating her completely. After a few more minutes of me grinding my pussy against her stomach and taunting her, the bouncers finally came over and pulled us apart. The other girl was a mess, with her clothes torn and her face covered in scratches and bruises. I, on the other hand, was barely touched, just a few scrapes and a ripped shirt. The bouncers kicked us both out of the bar, but I left feeling triumphant and powerful. That was the moment I realized how much I loved fighting and dominating other girls. It was a rush like nothing else, and I knew I had to keep chasing that high.
I was still riding high from my victory as I walked home
that night, replaying the fight in my head and savoring the feeling of total
dominance. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I barely noticed the strange
man standing outside my apartment building until he called out to me.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you Karla?" I stopped in my tracks and turned
to face him, immediately on guard. He was an older man, maybe in his 40s,
dressed in a crisp black suit with slicked-back hair. He looked like a typical
businessman, but there was something about the way he was looking at me that
made me uneasy. "Who's asking?" I snapped, my hands instinctively
clenching into fists. The man held up his hands in a placating gesture and
smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. "I'm sorry if I startled
you," he said smoothly. "My name is Victor, and I'm a talent scout
for a professional catfighting and wrestling league. I saw your little
altercation at the bar tonight, and I was very impressed by your skills and
your...shall we say, enthusiasm? I think you have the potential to be a real
star in our industry, and I'd like to offer you a contract to fight for us
professionally."
I was taken aback by his offer, but also intrigued. I had
always loved fighting and dominating other girls, but I never imagined that I
could make a career out of it. "What exactly would this job entail?"
I asked, trying to sound casual even as my heart raced with excitement.
Victor's smile widened, and he took a step closer to me.
"Well, as I said, we run a professional catfighting and wresting league.
We recruit beautiful, talented young women like yourself and pit them against
each other in a variety of matches. Some are simple wrestling bouts, others are
more...intimate. We film everything, of course, and distribute the footage to
our members. In exchange, we pay our fighters very well and provide them with
opportunities to travel, gain exposure, and build their personal brands."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "We'd pay you $10,000 per match, to
start. More if you prove yourself to be a crowd favorite. And trust me, with
your looks and your skills, I have no doubt that you'll be very popular with
our audience."
$10,000? I couldn't believe my ears. That was more money
than I had ever dreamed of making, and he was offering it to me just for doing
something I already loved to do. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel a
grin spreading across my face. "That sounds amazing," I said, trying
to keep my voice steady. "But what's the catch? There has to be some kind
of catch, right?" Victor chuckled and shook his head. "No catch, my
dear. We simply want to see you in action, doing what you do best. If you're
interested, I can have the paperwork drawn up and ready for you to sign by
tomorrow. You could be fighting in your first match by the end of the
week." I didn't even have to think about it. "I'm in," I said,
extending my hand to shake on it. "You've got yourself a new fighter."
Victor took my hand in his and shook it firmly, his grip surprisingly strong.
"Excellent," he said, his eyes glinting with something like hunger.
"Welcome to the team, Karla. I think you're going to fit in very nicely
around here." And just like that, my life changed forever. Little did I
know at the time, but I was about to embark on a wild journey of catfights,
wrestling matches, and sexual conquests that would make me a legend in the
world of female combat.
I was so excited, I could barely sleep that night. The next
morning, I woke up early and got ready, making sure to look my best in my new
red and black lingerie set and fishnet stockings. I wanted to make a good
impression on my first day, and I knew that my opponents would be sizing me up
as soon as I walked in the door.
I arrived early and filled out all the paperwork and signed
away my rights with legal waivers for any injury I suffered. I didn’t care. I wanted
this. I was told to go to ward robe and was changing into my outfit. I was
chatting with a few of the other girls, all of whom seemed friendly enough,
when suddenly I felt a sharp jab in my shoulder. I spun around, ready to give
whoever it was a piece of my mind, and found myself face to face with a petite
blonde girl with a scowl on her face. She didn't say a word, just glared at me
as she brushed past and continued on her way. I was taken aback by her
rudeness, but I tried to shrug it off. I wasn't about to let some random bitch
ruin my good mood on my first day. Still, I made a mental note to keep an eye
on her. Something told me she was going to be trouble.
After that i was sent to meet my trainer Lightning a Professional wrestler who was wrestling before the CCC even got started. She had been on TV and was famous i was a little intimidated as i walked up to meet her. Lightning watched me close as i approached studying and ogling my body.
Karla: Lightning looked me up and down, her piercing eyes
seeming to assess every curve and angle of my body as they lingered just a
moment too long on my ample breasts before meeting my gaze again. A sly grin
spreads across her face. "Well hello there, Karla... Looks like we've got
ourselves a feisty little thing here."
Lightning: I must say, you are quite the little hottie,
aren't you? With an ass like that, I bet the boys just can't keep their hands
off. She circles around behind me, her eyes roaming hungrily over my curves.
Mmmm, and these tits... I'd love to get my hands on them. She leans in close,
her breath hot on my ear. But first things first...let's see what you're made
of in the ring. She gives my ass a sharp smack, making me yelp in surprise.
Come on then, show me what you've got, little girl.
Karla: I go run fast as she slaps my ass as if hurried now over
to the locker room and change into my leopard bikini. I come out and see
lightning in the ring as I climb in and get ready to practice my wrestling.
I climb into the ring and look over at Lightning, trying to
ignore the way her eyes seem to be undressing me. I take a deep breath and
assume my fighting stance, my hands up and ready. Okay, let's do this. I say,
my voice steady and confident despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Lightning charges towards me, her eyes blazing with
intensity. I barely have time to react before she's on me, her hands grabbing
at my leopard bikini as she tries to rip it off. I grunt in surprise and pain
as her nails dig into my skin, leaving angry red welts behind. But I refuse to
go down without a fight. I grab a fistful of Lightning's hair and yank hard,
forcing her head back as I bring my knee up into her stomach. She grunts a
little pain, but it only seems to make her more determined. We grapple and roll
across the ring, our bodies pressed tightly together as we fight for dominance.
The camera crew and girls watching around us is cheering and jeering, but I can
barely hear them over the sound of my own heavy breathing and the pounding of
my heart. This is it, my chance to prove myself, to show Lightning and everyone
else that I have what it takes to be a champion. I refuse to give up, no matter
how hard she fights.
Hours later after intense training with the champion, I
stagger out of the ring, my body aching from the fights I had with her. My ego
is bruised as well, having been pinned over and over again by Lightning without
landing a single pin of my own. She's just too strong, too experienced for me.
The thought of facing her again tomorrow, in front of a crowd no less, fills me
with dread. I make my way to the locker room, my head hung low in defeat. I
strip off my sweat-soaked leopard bikini and step into the shower, letting the
hot water wash over my battered body. As I soap up, I can't help but replay the
day's events in my mind, cringing at the memory of Lightning's mocking laughter
as she dominated me again and again. I dry off and get dressed, my movements
slow and painful. I know I should be focusing on resting and recovering, but
all I can think about is the humiliation that awaits me tomorrow. With a heavy
heart, I make my way out of the gym and head for home, already dreading what
the morning will bring. I spent the day shooting the opening footage for my
introduction video which was some gratuitous scenes of me posing in a variety
of scantily clad outfits and telling everyone my measurements, background and
interest that led me to catfight and wrestling. By the time night came I was
ready for some action!
The ring was set up and there was a nice crowd of girls and
the camera crew as well as some new faces. Maybe extras or friends of some of
the people in the crowd. I come out to the ring as I move to my corner as the
announcer introduces me
Announcer: Next we have Karla. she is here to train with
Lightning today. Hopefully Karla learned something in training yesterday. She
did not pin Lightning once. Karla is 25 years old, stands at 5 feet 3 inches
and weighs in at 100 lbs. Now coming next to the ring is the Two Time feather
weight champion ….*Lightning struts confidently into the ring, high-fiving
Karla along the way.* "Alright cutie, let's see what you're made of!"
she says as the announcer continues …"she is Cindy "Miss
Lightning" Rusha, 38 years young, standing at 5'1" tall, and weighing
in at a powerful 99 pounds!!!"
Lightning: The bell rings fast as i move to meet Karla in
the middle of the ring….
*Quickly closes the distance between herself and Karla,
locking up with the newcomer in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Using her superior
agility, she spins Karla around and takes her down with a face down schoolgirl
pin attempt!* *Feeling Karla squirm beneath her, Miss Lightning shifts her
weight, applying more pressure to the pin while grinning triumphantly at the
crowd.* "That's right, babydoll, submit to the mistress of lightning fast
moves!" *She maintains the hold, waiting for Karla to tap out.*
Karla: I grunted in surprise as Lightning took me down with
her schoolgirl pin, my face pressed against the mat as she straddled my back. I
could feel the weight of her body bearing down on me, making it hard to
breathe. I struggled to break free, my arms and legs flailing uselessly as I
tried to find some way to escape her hold. But Lightning was too strong, too
skilled. She had me pinned, and I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me,
watching as I was humiliated by my trainer. I could hear her taunting me,
urging me to submit, but I refused to give in. I had to find a way to fight
back, to prove to Lightning and everyone else that I was more than just some
pathetic rookie. I gritted my teeth, summoning every ounce of strength I had
left, and began to push myself up off the mat, straining against Lightning's
weight. It was a futile effort, I knew, but I couldn't just lay there and take
it. I had to keep fighting, no matter what.
Lightning: *Seizing the opportunity, Miss Lightning hooks
her arms under Karla's knees, pulling them back towards her chest and flipping
the Latina onto her front. Straddling her waist, she leans forward, forcing
Karla's upper body into the mat.* *Maintaining her dominant position, Miss
Lightning reaches back and grabs Karla's hair, yanking her head up off the mat.
She slams Karla's face into the canvas twice more before finally releasing her
grip.*
Karla: The sudden impact of my face against the mat left me
dazed and disoriented. I could feel blood trickling from my nose as Lightning
loosened her grip, allowing me a moment's respite. But before I could even
catch my breath, she was on me again, her hands roughly grabbing at my leopard
kini. With a sudden, violent motion, she ripped the thin fabric, exposing my
breasts to the jeering crowd. I gasped in shock and humiliation, instinctively
trying to cover myself with my hands. But Lightning was relentless, her fingers
digging into my flesh as she groped and squeezed my sensitive nipples. Tears of
pain and shame stung my eyes as I writhed helplessly beneath her, my cries of
protest lost amidst the roar of the crowd. I had never felt so exposed, so
vulnerable, so utterly powerless.
I try to cover my now exposed breasts as I feel her fingers
digging into my sensitive nipples, making me cry out in pain as tears sting my
eyes. I squirm and writhe beneath her, trying desperately to escape her grasp,
but it's no use. She's too strong, too experienced. I can feel the eyes of the
crowd on us, their jeers and laughter echoing in my ears. I've never felt so
humiliated, so exposed. And yet, despite my mind's protests, I can feel my body
responding to Lightning's touches, through the haze of pain and humiliation, I
could feel a strange, unwanted heat building between my legs. My body was
betraying me, responding to Lightning's rough touches despite my mind's
desperate protests. A traitorous heat
builds between my legs, my nipples hardening beneath her fingers. I bite my
lip, trying to stifle my moans of pleasure as she continues to grope and
squeeze my breasts. I hate myself for it, for responding to her like this, but
I can't help it. My body is betraying me, reacting to her touch despite my best
efforts to resist. I feel like I'm on the verge of losing control, of
surrendering completely to Lightning's dominance.
Lightning : *Watching Karla writhe in agony, a sadistic
smile crosses Miss Lightning's lips. With a swift kick, she sends the rookie
flying towards the ropes.* *As Karla rebounds from the ropes, Miss Lightning
leaps into the air, wrapping her legs tightly around the Latina's head.
Spinning around as her weight dropped and caused Karla to flip forward. They
both crash to the mat with a thunderous thud, Karla's back taking the brunt of
the impact.*
Karla: I felt myself being launched towards the ropes, my
body tumbling helplessly through the air. Before I could react, Lightning was
on me again, her legs wrapping around my head in a tight scissor lock. I
screamed in pain as she squeezed, my head caught between her powerful thighs. I
could feel my face turning red, my vision starting to blur as the pressure
built. Then, with a sudden jerk, she spun around, flipping me forward and
sending us both crashing to the mat. I landed hard on my back, the impact
knocking the wind out of me. I lay there, gasping for air, my body wracked with
pain. Lightning stood over me, grinning down at my prone form. "How do you
like that, little girl?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice.
"You're not so tough now, are you?" I could only groan in response,
too weak to even lift my head. I was at Lightning's mercy, completely helpless
and vulnerable.
Lightning drags me around the ring by my hair, pulling me to
my feet only to throw me to the ground again. My head snaps back with each
yank, my scalp burning with pain. I try to fight back, to break free from her
grasp, but my arms feel like lead weights, too heavy to lift. I'm helpless as
she drags me from corner to corner, humiliating me in front of the jeering
crowd. Then, with one final heave, she lifts me into the air and slams me down
onto the mat with a bone-jarring impact. The air is driven from my lungs,
leaving me gasping and choking. Before I can even catch my breath, Lightning is
on top of me, her body pressing down on mine as she goes for the pin. I try to
kick out, to bridge up and break the hold, but I have no strength left. My arms
are pinned beneath her, my legs trembling with exhaustion. I can feel the
referee counting down, but it all sounds so far away, like I'm underwater. And
then, finally, it's finally over as the bell rang and the match was called declaring
lightning the winner. Lightning stood over my defeated body, her hand raised in
victory as the crowd cheered and applauded. I lay there on the mat, broken and
humiliated, my leopard kini torn and exposing my breasts, my body covered in
bruises and welts. I had never felt so small, so powerless, so utterly
defeated. Lightning reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head
up and forcing me to look at her. "You're pathetic," she sneered,
spitting in my face. "You're nothing but a weak little girl, unworthy of
being in the same ring as me." She released her grip, letting my head fall
back onto the mat with a thud. I could hear the crowd laughing and jeering,
their mocking voices filling my ears. I wanted to curl up and disappear, to
just fade away into nothingness. But instead, I lay there, defeated and
exposed, as the cameras captured every moment of my humiliation for all the
world to see.
I crawl back to the locker room, my body aching and my face
streaked with tears. I collapse against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably, my
ego shattered by the humiliating defeat. Suddenly, the door opens and Lightning
walks in, her expression unreadable. I glare up at her through my tears, my
rage boiling over. "You set me up to fail!" I scream at her, my voice
hoarse with emotion. "You wanted to see me humiliated in front of
everyone! You knew I wasn't ready for this!" But Lightning remains silent,
her face impassive as she stares down at me. Her lack of response only fuels my
anger, and I feel myself spiraling out of control, my words becoming more and
more venomous.
My anger subsides as Lightning reaches into her bag and
pulls out a piece of paper, holding it out to me. I take it with trembling
hands, my eyes scanning the words. It's official paperwork from the league,
stating that I have been promoted to rank 147. A wave of relief washes over me,
followed by a rush of excitement. I'm finally ranked! And with the promotion
comes a pay increase, a tangible reward for all my hard work and suffering. I
look up at Lightning, my eyes wide with gratitude. "You did all that...
for me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Lightning nods, a small
smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I had to sell it to the
crowd," she explains. "To make it look real. But I always knew you
had potential, Karla. I just had to bring it out of you." Without
thinking, I throw my arms around her, burying my face in her shoulder as I hug
her tightly. She hesitates for a moment before returning the embrace, her hands
gentle on my back. We stay like that for a long moment, locked in a tight
embrace, until I finally pull away, my eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't
have done it without you." Lightning gives me a rare smile, her expression
softening. "You did the hard work, Karla. I just gave you a push in the
right direction." She reaches out and brushes a stray tear from my cheek,
her touch surprisingly gentle. "You're going to be a star, kid. I can feel
it." I smile back at her, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest. For
the first time in a long time, I feel a sense of hope, of possibility. I know
the road ahead won't be easy, but with Lightning by my side, I feel like I can
face anything. We hug once more, sealing our newfound bond, before breaking
apart and heading for the showers. As I step under the hot spray, I can't stop
grinning. I've finally made it. I'm a ranked wrestler, and I have Lightning
Over the next week
Lightning trains me some more and tells me she has a surprise on Friday. Im so
super excited when Friday is finally here to see what it is. She asks me to
meet her at her house
As I walk into Lightning's house, I can feel my heart racing with excitement. I can't wait to see what surprise she has in store for me. I find her lounging on the couch, sipping a beer as she watches something on the TV. I plop down next to her, eager to find out what's going on. "Hey Lightning, what's up? What's this surprise you've got for me?" I ask, my eyes glued to the screen. That's when I see her. Diva Blondie. Lightning's arch nemesis. My eyes widen in shock as I watch the footage, my heart sinking. "That's her? The one who pushed me the other day?" I ask, my voice trembling. Lightning nods, taking another swig of her beer. "Yep, that's the bitch. And the little twit with her is her pet, Alice. The one who thinks she's hot shit." I feel a surge of anger at the mention of her but dont know why yet. She is your opponent tonight and you will face in the ring. Her trainer is Diva Blondie the two time former champion and she is one of the best. Get dressed and lets head over to the studio to get ready for your match. Lightning coached me for my match with Alice as i was ready for anything. Changing into my outfit for the night....
As I make my way to the ring, the crowd roars around me, their excitement palpable. I can feel their eyes on me, watching my every move as I climb up the steps and step through the ropes. The arena is packed to the brim, with people standing in the aisles just to get a glimpse of the action. I can see Lightning and Diva Blondie in their respective corners, glaring at each other with pure hatred. The air is electric, crackling with energy and anticipation. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I stand in the center of the ring. I know what's at stake here. This is my chance to prove myself, to show the world that I'm not just some pathetic rookie who got lucky. I'm Karla, and I'm here to make a name for myself. I look out at the sea of faces, their cheers and applause washing over me like a tidal wave. I feel a rush of adrenaline, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I raise my arms above my head, soaking in the love from the crowd. I feel invincible, unstoppable. Like I could take on the world and come out on top. And then, as the cheers reach a fever pitch, the bell rings, signaling the start of the match. I turn to face my opponent, a fierce determination in my eyes. I'm ready for this. I'm ready to show everyone what I'm made of and then i see her coming to the ring.
I
get so annoyed when I see what she is wearing I can’t believe she wore black
too. “That FUCKING BITCH!” I say to myself as she approaches. Alice is dressed
in a skimpy black bikini, with feathers adorning the tiny triangles that barely
cover her ample breasts. The bottoms are just as revealing, the fabric
stretched taut over her curvy hips and ass. She looks like a sexy little bird,
strutting her stuff as she makes her way to the ring. Her long blonde hair is
pulled back into a high ponytail, swaying with each step she takes. She's got a
confident smirk on her face, like she knows she's the shit. And she probably
is, but I'm not about to let her walk all over me. I watch her climb into the
ring, her body glistening with oil. She turns to face me, her eyes narrowing as
she sizes me up. I can see the disdain in her gaze, the contempt. She thinks
she's better than me, that she can beat me with one hand tied behind her back because she has Diva Blondie.
But she's in for a rude awakening. I may be new to this game, but I've got
heart.
As
we approach the center of the ring, Alicewrestling and I lock eyes, our gazes
filled with mutual animosity. The referee begins to explain the rules of the
match, but neither of us is paying much attention. We're too focused on sizing
each other up, looking for any weakness we can exploit. As the ref drones on,
Alicewrestling leans in close, her voice low and menacing. "I'm going to
break you, little girl," she hisses. "I'm going to make you beg for
mercy." I feel a surge of anger rush through me, and I lean in close as
well. "Fuck you," I spit back. "You think you're so tough, but
I've faced bitches way worse than you. And I'm still standing." I say this
to try and intimidate because and my nerves were getting to me. She laughs, a
harsh, mocking sound….i think she knew I was bluffing and she says "We'll
see about that. I'm going to enjoy watching you cry like a little bitch."
With that, we separate, retreating to our respective corners. I take a deep
breath as I prepare myself for
the match ahead. I know that Alicewrestling is a formidable opponent, but I
can't let her intimidate me. I have to stay focused, stay on my toes, and be
ready for whatever she throws at me.
Suddenly
the bell rings DING DING DING!!!
As
the bell rings, Alicewrestling and I begin to circle each other, our eyes
locked in a fierce stare-down. We move cautiously, testing each other's
defenses with quick jabs and feints. I can feel the tension in the air, the
electricity of the crowd's excitement. After a few minutes of this dance,
Alicewrestling suddenly lunges forward, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me
into a tight clinch. I grapple with her, trying to break free, but she's
surprisingly strong. She manages to get behind me, wrapping her arms around my
waist and squeezing tightly. I gasp as the air is forced from my lungs, my
vision starting to swim. But I don't give up. With a burst of strength, I
manage to elbow her in the gut, causing her to loosen her grip just enough for
me to break free. I stumble away, gasping for breath, as Alicewrestling
recovers and comes at me again. This time, I'm ready for her. As she charges, I
sidestep at the last moment, sending her stumbling past me. Before she can turn
around, I grab her from behind, locking my arms around her neck in a sleeper
hold. She thrashes and kicks, trying to break free, but I hold on tight, using
every ounce of strength I have. The crowd is going wild, cheering and
screaming, as Alicewrestling's struggles grow desperate now. Finally, just
as I think ive got her hooked in it just right, she manages to hook her foot behind my
ankle and pull, sending us both tumbling to the mat. We roll apart, gasping for
breath, as the referee steps in to check on us. But before he can do anything,
Alicewrestling is on her feet again, coming at me with renewed fury.
Alicewrestling comes charging at me, her face contorted with rage, I know I
have to act fast. I wait until the last possible moment, then drop to the mat,
rolling onto my back. As she flies over me, I hook my legs around her neck,
flipping her over onto her back in a devastating head scissor takedown. The
impact knocks the wind out of her, leaving her stunned and gasping for breath.
Before she can recover, I roll on top of her, pinning her shoulders to the mat.
The crowd goes wild, cheering and screaming as I maintain my control.
Alicewrestling thrashes beneath me, trying desperately to break free, but my
grip is like iron. I can feel her body squirming against mine, her skin slick
with sweat, as I press down with all my weight. The referee drops to the mat
beside us, slapping his hand down in a one count. Alicewrestling's eyes widen
in panic, realization dawning on her that she's about to be pinned. With a
surge of renewed energy, she bucks and writhes, trying to throw me off. But I
hold on tight, my legs clamped around her waist, my hands locked around her
wrists. The referee slaps down a two count, and I can see the fear in
Alicewrestling's eyes as she realizes im about to pin her!
I maintain my pin on Alice, her body writhes beneath mine, desperate
to break free. I can feel every curve of her toned form pressing against me as
she squirms, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The referee's hand slaps down
for the three count, but just as I'm about to secure my victory, Alice manages to hook her leg around mine and flip us both over. We both rise up to our
feet as Alice advances on me with a triumphant smirk. "You
thought you had me, didn't you?" she taunts, her voice dripping with
venom. "But I'm not that easy to beat."
Alice and I continue our intense grappling, I can feel my energy
waning. She's relentless, her attacks coming fast and furious, and I'm
struggling to keep up. But just as I think I'm about to lose my grip, I see an
opening. With a burst of speed, I duck under her arm and grab her leg, using my
momentum to flip her onto the mat. Before she can react, I twist her leg in a
painful hold, applying pressure to her ankle and knee. Alicewrestling screams
in agony, her body writhing as she tries to break free. But I hold on tight, my
grip like a vice, as I twist her leg even further. The crowd goes wild at the
sight of Alicewrestling in such a compromising position, their cheers and jeers
filling the arena. I can see the pain etched on her face as she struggles, her
eyes filled with tears. But I don't let up, maintaining the hold as the referee
comes over to check on us. He asks Alice if she wants to submit…
Alice: Karla seizes my exposed leg in a vice-like grip, twisting it cruelly at the ankle while pinning me to the mat. A piercing scream tears from my throat as agony radiates from my tortured joint. Tears stream down my face as I writhe desperately, trying to break free from her merciless hold. I can see the ref coming over to ask me if I want to submit. Despite the excruciating pain, I manage to wriggle out of Karla's grasp before the ref arrives, kicking wildly to dislodge her hand. Panting heavily, I scramble backward on all fours, needing to create distance before launching another counterattack.
I get up fast I mean really fast as I have to push my body to move to beat that Latina Slut who is still getting up. Seizing the opportunity I pounce first, I leap onto Karla's back, locking my arms around her neck in a tight chokehold. My thighs clamp around her waist, squeezing hard to immobilize her further. With a fierce grunt, I begin to apply relentless pressure, determined to force her to submit...
Karla:
Alice leaps onto my back, I feel her strong arms wrap around my neck, cutting
off my air supply. Her thighs clamp down around my waist like a vice,
immobilizing me completely. I struggle to breathe as she applies relentless
pressure, my lungs burning with the need for oxygen. Panic starts to set in as
I realize I can't break free, my vision beginning to blur. I claw at her arms,
trying desperately to loosen her grip, but it's no use. She's too strong, and
she's not letting go. My body starts to go limp as the lack of oxygen takes its
toll, my movements becoming weak and sluggish. I can hear the crowd roaring in
the background, but it sounds distant and muffled, like I'm underwater. I feel
myself slipping away, my consciousness fading as Alicewrestling continues to
choke the life out of me. Just as I'm about to pass out, I manage to gather the
last of my strength and elbow her in the stomach, causing her to loosen her
grip for a split second. It's enough for me to break free, stumbling forward
and gasping for air. My throat is on fire, and my head is spinning, but I'm
alive. I turn to face Alicewrestling, my eyes blazing with fury. She's going to
pay for this.
With
a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I lunge at Alicewrestling,
grabbing a handful of her blonde hair. She screams in pain as I yank her head.
Before she can react, I flip her over my back, sending her crashing to the mat
with a loud thud. She lands hard on her ass, the impact knocking the wind out
of her. I waste no time in pressing my advantage, dropping down on top of her
and pinning her shoulders to the mat with my knees. The crowd erupts in cheers
as I maintain my dominant position, my body pressed against Alicewrestling's as
she writhes beneath me. I can feel her breasts pressing against my thighs, her
nipples hard and erect through the thin fabric of her bikini top. She glares up
at me, her eyes filled with hatred and defiance, but I don't care. I'm going to
make her pay for what she did to me.
Alice: Karla suddenly grips a fistful of my blonde
hair and throws me down on my back, sending me crashing down to the mat. Before
I can even react, she pounces on top of me, straddling my torso with her
powerful thighs. Karla sinks her knees into my shoulders, forcing them
to the mat as she pins me beneath her dominant weight. The crowd erupts in
cheers, clearly favoring her victory. Through gritted teeth, I glare up at
Karla with pure hatred burning in my eyes, vowing revenge for this humiliating
defeat. Karla's slim sexy thighs crush my delicate breasts painfully,
the rough fabric of her fishnets chafing against my sensitive skin. Each breath
I take sends shockwaves of discomfort rippling through my chest. Fueled by
rage, I unleash a torrent of curses at my nemesis. "You fucking bitch!
Enjoy this moment 'cause it's the last time you'll ever get the better of
me!" I snarl, my voice dripping with venom.
Now Alicewrestling pinned beneath me, I lean in close, my face inches from hers.
"Shut the fuck up," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "You
think you're tough, but you're just a pathetic little bitch. And I'm going to
break you, just like I broke all the other bitches who thought they could fuck
with me." Before she can respond, I grab her by the arms and haul her to
her feet, twisting her around and locking her in a painful chicken wing hold.
She screams in agony as I wrench her arm behind her back, her body arching in a
futile attempt to escape the pain. The crowd goes wild at the sight, their
cheers and jeers echoing through the arena. I can feel Alice's body
trembling against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to
break free. But I hold her fast, my grip like a vice as I maintain the hold.
The referee moves in to check on us, asking Alice if she wants to
submit. But she shakes her head defiantly, gritting her teeth against the pain.
I smile cruelly, enjoying her suffering. She's not getting away that easily.
I'm going to make this bitch beg for mercy before I'm done with her.
With
a powerful shove, I slam Alicewrestling face-down onto the mat, her body
hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Before she can react, I grab her,
pulling it tightly behind her back. She screams in pain, her face contorted in
agony as I apply more pressure. The crowd goes wild, cheers and jeers echoing
throughout the arena. I can feel my heart racing with excitement, adrenaline
pumping through my veins as I dominate my opponent. Alice writhes
beneath me, trying desperately to break the hold, but it's no use - my grip is
too strong. The referee kneels beside us, asking again if she's ready to
submit, but Alice just grimaces in defiance once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps,
her eyes wide with terror and humiliation. I press down harder, putting all of
my weight on her back, determined to make her beg for mercy. The tension in the
air is palpable - both wrestlers know that the next few seconds could determine
the outcome of the match.
(From www.dtwrestling.com see the Painful Hold I have Alice in right now!)
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Alice:
Karla's fingers dig into my wrist, wrenching my arm upwards and backwards in a
brutal chicken wing lock. The sharp pain shoots up to my fingertips, weakening
my struggling muscles. Through tear-filled eyes, I kick and squirm trying to
get free as my legs kick wildly in frustration! "Let go of me, you fucking
cunt!" I scream, my voice cracking with desperation. Summoning every ounce
of strength, I twist my trapped arm violently, putting my own limb through
agony in order to seize the opening. As Karla suddenly loosens her grip
slightly, I lunge back, pushing my hand under her bra and fingers wrap around
her breast and clawing at the tender flesh viciously. The nails scrape harshly
across her nipple, drawing blood as I yank sharply, pushing the fabric of her
top to expose more skin as I squeeze it more.
With Karla writhing in agony from my claws digging into her breast, I seize the
chance to reverse our positions. Slamming her to her belly i jump on her back
and wrench back on her head as she screams in pain. I lock my hands together
under her chin, interlocking my fingers to maximize leverage, and pull back
HARD into the camel clutch position! Karla's face contorts in anguish as her
spine compresses painfully, forcing her to arch her back grotesquely. "This is what YOU
get for hurting me, you nasty little slut! Take it deep inside that worthless
brain of yours!" I taunt, reveling in her misery as I continue to crank
the hold, watching Karla tremble and convulse helplessly beneath me.
Karla: Time
seems to stand still as Alicewrestling tortures me, each excruciating second
stretching out into an eternity of agony. I can feel every muscle in my back
screaming in protest, the pain radiating outwards from my spine as she cranks
the camel clutch with sadistic glee. The crowd's raucous cheers echo distantly
in my ears, their faces blurring into a sea of indistinguishable shapes as my
vision swims with tears. I'm vaguely aware of my hands scrabbling against the
mat, clawing desperately at the canvas in a futile attempt to drag myself
towards the ropes. It feels like hours have passed, though in reality it's
probably only been a minute or two. Alicewrestling is completely in control,
able to inflict maximum punishment while resting comfortably, her weight
pinning me helplessly to the ground. Just as I'm about to pass out from the
pain, my fingers brush against the rough texture of the ring ropes. With a
final surge of strength, I wrap my hands around them
Alice:
The referee rushes over and shouts for me to release the hold, pointing to the
ropes Karla's hand has grabbed. But instead of letting her go, a sadistic grin
spreads across my face. I tighten my grip even more, savoring the way her limbs
twitch uncontrollably. With a sweet innocent look I keep this hold on Karla and
pretend I don’t understand. As the referee begins the countdown towards a
disqualification, I reluctantly loosen my grip, allowing Karla's limp form to
slump forward. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I plant a heavy boot squarely
between her spread legs, eliciting a choked gasp from the defeated diva. Grabbing
a fistful of Karla's hair, I haul her upright, making sure to keep a firm grip
so she can't escape. Her eyes, glazed with pain and humiliation, meet mine as I
tower over her, relishing the power dynamic between us.
Karla: Alice's
sadistic hold feels like it lasts an eternity, the agonizing pressure on my
spine and neck making every second stretch out in a haze of pain. I'm barely
conscious, my body limp and twitching uncontrollably, when I feel the blessed
relief of her finally releasing the camel clutch. But my reprieve is
short-lived - before I can even catch my breath, Alice stomps her heel cruelly
into my exposed crotch, sending a lightning bolt of pain shooting through my
core. The ref shouts in protest of this low blow. I gasp and shudder, my vision swimming as black spots dance across my
eyes. I'm completely at her mercy, too weak to resist as she grabs me by the
hair and drags me upright, my head lolling groggily as I struggle to stay
conscious. Through blurry eyes, I see Alice's cruel, gloating face leering down
at me, her eyes alight with malicious glee. She's broken me, utterly and
completely - mind, body, and spirit. And as her fist wraps tighter in my hair,
I know there's nothing I can do to stop whatever humiliating torment she has
planned for me next.
Alice: Wrapping my legs around Karla's head, I squeeze
tightly, trapping her face between my muscular thighs in a ruthless standing
scissor hold. Holding her immobile, I bend over, reaching down to grasp her
slender waist with both hands. I try to lift her upside down ready to pile
drive this whores head into the mat and hopefully end her career if im lucky!
Karla: With a desperate burst of adrenaline, I force myself
to my feet, ignoring the agonizing pain shooting through every inch of my
battered body. Alice is struggling to rise as well, her movements sluggish
after the brutal impact of my counterattack. Seizing the opening, I raise my
foot high and bring it crashing down onto her prone form, driving the sole of
my boot into her ribs with all my remaining strength. A satisfying grunt of
pain escapes Alice's lips, fueling my sadistic rage. I stomp again and again,
my feet pounding her flesh mercilessly, determined to keep her pinned to the
mat. Each impact sends a shockwave of pain through my own exhausted legs, but I
barely notice, consumed by the primal need to dominate and destroy my hated
rival. Alice writhes beneath my relentless assault, her hands feebly attempting
to shield her bruised and battered body. But I'm beyond mercy now, lost in a
haze of anger and adrenaline as I rain down blow after blow, intent on reducing
her to a broken, whimpering mess.
Wrapping my legs around her head and scissor her squeezing
as she is unable to escape. I crush her with my thighs as the ref comes in
close to check on her and the ref tells me she is unconscious. With
Alicewrestling helpless and unconscious in the crushing vice of my scissorhold,
I loosen my legs just enough to allow her to breathe. But I'm not about to let
her off that easily - not after the humiliation and pain she's inflicted on me.
I need to make a statement, to put her in her place and let the whole world
know that I'm the superior fighter. Reaching down, I hook my fingers into the
waistband of Alice's thong and yank it down, exposing her bare pussy to the
crowd. Gasps and shocked murmurs ripple through the audience as I present my
defeated rival in this ultimate position of vulnerability and shame. "Get
your cameras out, boys!" I call out to the photographers ringside,
gesturing to Alice's exposed crotch. "I want everyone to see this moment -
the night Karla proved once and for all that she's the better woman!" The
flashes start going off, capturing the iconic image of me stripping her and
holding her between my legs!
(Take a peek of the end of this Battle in the image below! Thanks to www.DTwrestling.com for the image!)
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