Episode 3 Karla Vs Kristen

The experienced College Girl Wrestler Kristen

(Thank You Femfitefan for making Kristen! She was a tough opponent and lots of fun! Hope you enjoy our heated battle!)

Karla: I get ready as I am about to have my next fight. I decide to go through my outfits and pick out the best one for the fight to make me look soo hot while im fighting! For my big match, I want to make a statement with my outfit choice. Something that screams confidence and sex appeal. After carefully considering my options, I settle on a stunning black and pink two-piece wrestling suit. The top is a snug-fitting sports bra that hugs my curves perfectly, accentuating my ample cleavage without being too revealing. The bottoms are high-waisted shorts that showcase my toned legs and firm ass. To add a touch of danger, I pair the outfit with black leather boots that come up to my knees, providing both protection and style in the ring. I take a final look in the mirror, admiring my reflection. With this outfit, I feel powerful and alluring, ready to take on any challenger that comes my way. I post my outfit on my profile so all my fans can see it and drool over it!

Showing off in my new outfit

Kristen: looks at Karlas Outfit that she just posted on her freecatfights profile . Jealous of the attention she is getting she posts a comment.

“Wow. She's definitely not shy in that outfit. Not complaining, but she's giving me lots to hold onto. smirks mischievously I'll have to get her in a bearhug and squeeze those big breasts. I bet they're soft and pillowy. And those shorts... i'll get my fingers in them and give her a wedgie to end all wedgies. Or just yank them down to her ankles. Either way, they're not staying on for long. I can see why she's gotten such a rep already. I bet she has all the boys drooling when she shows up for a fight. She'll be drooling herself when i'm done with her!

Karla: Comments back “Hmmm, well my outfit is here to stay, and it's gonna be her thats going to drool and moan when she gets a piece of me... or should I say her big breasts I am going to squeeze in a tight bear hug, I bet they are soft and pillowy I know they wont stay hidden behind her kini long because I will rip off that top and expose her tits for everyone to see!”

Kristen: thinks about what to wear, “I'm thinking something skimpy, of course. She won't be the only one flaunting it. She winks and poses, Maybe my red thong bikini with the strappy back? It shows off my ass really well. Or maybe i'll go topless, just to even things out. We can let the fans decide who looks better, and then i'll settle it in the ring. But don't worry, i'll pick the perfect outfit to beat her in. She's going to regret wearing that once i get my hands on her. Those flimsy shorts will be down around her ankles before she knows it. I can't wait to see her blushing and squirming while i dominate her. I post a picture of her in my sexy pink outfit!

Kristen plays it casual as she shows her wrestling outfit tonight

Karla: Sees her new upload and the outfit. She is wearing a pink string bikini, definitely not standard wrestling attire but I love it! She comments “I cant wait to get in the ring and get my hands on her in that outfit... I bet I can tie her up with that thing and win this match easy. She has made a mistake by choosing this as her outfit and I will exploit it to my advantage!”

Kristen: she thinks she's gonna tie me up with my bikini? laughs I'll show her how to really tie someone up. I'll wrap her top around her wrists and ankles, then pull on those tiny shorts until they're bunched up around her knees. She'll wish she'd worn something sturdier by the time i'm through with her. And i guarantee it won't be an easy match for her. She might think she can handle me, but she's never faced someone like me before. I'm gonna make her regret ever challenging me. smirks confidently and cracks her knuckles Let's see how cocky she is after i've got her pinned and helpless.

Looking at the time I realize I got to leave now! “Fine, but this isn't over. you better be ready later to finish this conversation in the ring slut!”. Kristen puts the phone away and heads to the cats claw club alright, i'm here at the arena. time to get in the ring and show this new girl what's up. i'm in my corner, stretching a bit and psyching myself up. the crowd is getting loud, and i can feel the excitement building. i take a few deep breaths, letting the adrenaline course through me. i'm ready for anything she throws at me. bring it on, new girl!

Karla: As I make my way to the arena, I can feel the electricity in the air. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, and I can hear my name being chanted by excited fans. I take a deep breath, centering myself as I prepare to make my grand entrance. When my music hits, I strut confidently down the ramp, my hips swaying seductively as I blow kisses to the adoring crowd. I pause midway, striking a sexy pose that accentuates my curves before continuing my walk to the ring. As I approach, I notice my opponent already waiting for me, her pink string bikini leaving little to the imagination. I smirk, knowing that her choice of attire will be her downfall. Stepping into the ring, I raise my arms in triumph, soaking in the cheers and adulation of the crowd before turning to face my opponent with a fierce determination. The referee signals the start of the match, the bell rings, and the match begins. Karla charges towards Kristen, ready to take her down. Karla manages to grab Kristen's hair and pull her down to the mat, straddling her waist. She slams her head against the canvas several times before the referee manages to break them up. "That's enough!" she yells, but Kristen is already struggling to get up. Karla smirks at her, ready for more. I grab her by the hair and monkey flip her hard on her ass. I slam her onto the mat as hard as i can. I can tell i hurt her, but I don't care. I climb on top of her and start to rain down punches, hitting her in the face and body. She's trying to block my blows, but I'm just too fast and too strong for her.

Kristen: Fuck, she's got a solid grip! The back of my head is smarting from the mat slam, but I'm not going down without a fight. I manage to catch one of her punches and twist her wrist, forcing her to shift her weight. This gives me the opening I need to buck my hips and roll her over, reversing our positions. "Not so tough now, are you bitch?" I snarl, pinning her arms above her head. I grind my pussy against hers, feeling the heat of her cunt through our thin bikini bottoms. This is going to be fun! We roll around the floor wrestling as she finally throws me off and we separate. As soon as I see her get up I attack! i rush at her and kick her hard between the legs. I catch her with a hard kick right between her legs, making her squeal and drop to the ground. "Oops, my bad," I smirk, knowing damn well I did that on purpose. I stand over her, watching her writhe in pain, but I don't give her a second to recover. I drop down and straddle her face, shoving my pussy in her mouth. "Lick it, bitch. Show me how sorry you are." I grind against her, feeling her tongue start to flick against my clit. The crowd is going wild, and I'm loving every second of it. This new girl is going to learn her place tonight, one way or another.

Karla: I hear the loud smack as her foot slams into my pussy with full force. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I scream in agony as I collapse to the floor, writhing in pain. Tears start streaming down my face as I clutch my throbbing pussy, unable to move. "You fucking cunt!" I manage to choke out between sobs, my voice hoarse from screaming. The pain is so intense, I can barely think straight. I've never been hit so hard down there before. I feel the tears on my face as I question if a pretty girl like me could actually do this for a career now. This bitch is playing for keeps, and I'm in way over my head.

Kristen: She's squirming like a stuck pig, but I've got her trapped good. I twist her arm back behind her, making her yelp, and throw my leg over her shoulder, wrenching her back even more. Her shoulder muscles are straining, and I can tell it hurts like a motherfucker. "Come on, bitch, tap out already," I taunt her, grinding my pussy against her back. I can hear her hot breath as she moans, and it's turning me on. I bet she's loving it too, despite the pain. This is what she gets for talking shit. I'm gonna make her suffer until she begs me to stop.

Karla: I gasp as she wrenches my arm back, the pain in my shoulder making me cry out as my eyes bulge and my mouth opens wide."AAAAAAAAAhhhhh fuckkk!!!" I feel her leg come over my shoulder, pressing down hard and stretching my muscles to the limit. I'm panting, tears streaming down my face, but I refuse to tap out. I know that's what she wants, and I'm not going to give her the satisfaction. "F-fuck you," I manage to choke out, even as my body betrays me. The pain is making me squirm against her, and I can feel the heat of her pussy grinding against my back. It's humiliating, but also undeniably erotic. I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by this, but I can't help it. My body is responding to her domination, and I hate myself for it.

As time in the ring passes the pain is now unbearable. I mean Lightning was definitely holding back when we wrestled because she wasn’t trying to injure me, not so with this bitch! It feels like my shoulder is being ripped out of its socket. Every second that passes makes it worse, like a hot poker being pressed against my skin. I can't even scream anymore, my throat is too raw. I'm gasping for air, my body trembling from the agony. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before, and I'm starting to think I might actually pass out if this goes on much longer. But still, I refuse to tap out. I won't give this bitch the satisfaction of breaking me. I'll endure this torture for as long as I have to, even if it kills me.

Kristen: Damn, this feels good! I've got her exactly where I want her, and she's not going anywhere. I can see the pain and desperation in her eyes, and it's such a fucking turn-on. I grind against her harder, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second. "What's the matter, slut? Can't take the pain?" I taunt her, tugging on her arm even more. She whimpers, and I laugh. "Come on, bitch. Beg me to let you go. Beg me like the pathetic little whore you are." I'm getting off on this so hard, and I know she is too, even if she won't admit it. This is too much fun to stop now, but maybe its time to change things up. I finally decide to let her go, shoving her forward onto her face. She hits the mat with a thud, and I can see her wincing in pain. "Ooh, did that hurt?" I mock her, standing up and towering over her. She tries to get up, but I don't let her. I sit on her back and grab her by the hair again and yank her head back, making her cry out. "You're not going anywhere, bitch," I growl, using all my strength to keep her pinned. She struggles beneath me, but it's no use. I've got her right where I want her, and I'm not letting go until I'm good and ready. i pull her hair making her arch back in a sexy camel clutch hold!

Karla: I can feel Kristen sitting on my back, her weight pressing down on me. She yanks my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to arch my back. I cry out in pain, feeling my muscles strain and my spine crack. She's got me in a camel clutch, and it hurts like hell. I can barely breathe, and my vision is starting to go dark. But even through the pain, I can feel the heat of Kristen's body pressing against mine, and it's turning me on. I can't help it. The pain and humiliation are mixing together, making me feel things I've never felt before. I'm panting and squirming beneath her, but I'm not trying to get away anymore. I'm just trying to endure, to take whatever she gives me. And I know she's enjoying every second of it.

Kristen: "You know, I could do anything I want to you right now, and you couldn't stop me," I whisper in her ear, still holding her in the camel clutch. I grind my pussy harder against her back, feeling my wetness soaking through my bikini bottom. "I could reach down and tear these skimpy bottoms right off you. Expose that pretty little pussy of yours for everyone to see." I laugh as she whimpers, knowing she's completely at my mercy. "Or maybe I should just rip your top off and play with those big tits. Twist those nipples until you're screaming for more." I'm so turned on by the power I have over her. I could do anything, and she knows it. But what should I do next? The possibilities are endless.

Karla: Karla is crying and defeated. “………………….” She opens her mouth but no words are coming out she is speechless!

Kristen: "Aww, are you crying, bitch?" I taunt Karla, still holding her firmly in the camel clutch. She doesn't respond, just keeps sobbing quietly. "Pathetic," I spit, grinding against her back. "You talk a big game, but look at you now. Defeated and humiliated, at the mercy of a girl who's younger and stronger than you." I laugh cruelly, enjoying the sight of her helpless beneath me. I look down at Karla's pretty face, contorted in pain and humiliation. A wicked grin spreads across my lips as an idea comes to me. "You know what? I think I'm going to mess up that perfect little face of yours," I hiss, letting go of her hair and leaning down closer. She looks up at me with wide, terrified eyes, realizing what I'm about to do. But before she can react, I drag my nails across her cheek, leaving deep, red scratches in their wake. i bet the people wont think their new little ring doll slut looks so hot now huh?

Karla: I scream out in pain and horror as Kristen drags her nails down my face, feeling the sting of the scratches and the heat of the blood welling up. My cheek is on fire, and I know I'm going to have scars. This bitch just ruined my career with those scratches. How can I ever show my face on camera again? I'm sobbing uncontrollably now, all fight gone out of me. I just want this nightmare to end. I want to go home and cry myself to sleep. But Kristen isn't done with me yet. She's got more pain and humiliation in store for me, and I can't do anything to stop her.

Kristen: She's not resisting at all now. I've broken her. I smile cruelly as I look down at her tear-streaked face, admiring the deep scratches I left on her cheek. "Not so pretty anymore, are you, bitch?" I taunt her, grinding harder against her back. She just sobs quietly, completely defeated. "You know what? Since you've been such a good girl, I think you deserve a reward." I lean down and whisper in her ear, "I'm going to make you cum. Right here, in front of everyone. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." I reach down and slip my hand into her bikini bottom, feeling her hot, wet pussy. "Oh, you're soaking wet, you little slut. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Getting off on being humiliated and dominated." I start rubbing her clit, feeling her body tense up beneath me. "That's it, bitch. Cum for me. Show everyone what a pathetic little whore you really are." I rub her some more wanting to see her body respond!

Karla: Karla shudders and moans. I can feel my pussy is soaking wet from all the humiliation. I try to fight it but can't stop the orgasm that is building now! I can't believe this is happening. Kristen's fingers are rubbing my clit, and it feels so good, despite everything she's done to me. I'm soaking wet, my pussy dripping with arousal. I try to fight it, to resist the pleasure building inside me, but it's no use. My body is betraying me, responding to her touch even as my mind screams in protest. I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger with each stroke of her fingers. "No, please," I moan, my voice weak and pathetic. "Please, don't make me cum. Not like this." But even as I beg her to stop, my hips are rocking against her hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. I'm lost, completely at her mercy, and she knows it. She's going to make me cum, right here in front of everyone, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

I can feel the crowd's eyes on me, watching my every move, hearing my every moan and whimper. It's humiliating to know that they're all seeing me like this - defeated, broken, and on the verge of orgasm against my will. But at the same time, it's also strangely exciting. The knowledge that I'm putting on a show for all these people, that they're getting off on watching me suffer and cum, is turning me on even more. It's like I'm the star of my own twisted porno, and everyone here is my audience. I can feel their gaze like a physical touch, caressing my skin, adding to the pleasure building inside me. I hate myself for enjoying this, for getting off on the humiliation and exposure, but I can't help it. My arousal is too strong, too overwhelming, and I can feel myself slipping closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

Kristen: Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head as someone kicks me hard. I'm sent flying forward, releasing my hold on Karla as I hit the mat face-first. I roll onto my back, dazed and disoriented, just in time to see a dark-haired girl standing over me. She's young, probably not much older than me, and absolutely stunning. Her skin is tan and flawless, and her body is lean and toned, like she's spent her whole life training. She's wearing a tiny red bikini that leaves little to the imagination, and I can see the muscles in her legs flexing as she stalks towards me.

Karla: I look up at the mysterious dark-haired girl, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. Who is she? And why did she just kick Kristen like that? I feel a glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe she's here to save me from further humiliation and pain. But then I see the look in her eyes as she turns to face me, and my blood runs cold. She has an icy look as she glares at me coldly and then turns away to leave the ring without saying a word. i react to the crowd now as their cheering helps me get to my feet and i stand up

I stand up, feeling a surge of adrenaline as the crowd cheers me on. I look down at Kristen, still lying dazed on the mat, and feel a renewed sense of determination. I'm not going to let her beat me. I'm not going to let her humiliate me any further. I'm going to finish this fight, and I'm going to win. I raise my fists, ready to attack, and the crowd goes wild. "Im NOT giving up!!!" I shout, my voice echoing through the arena. "That little slut can't handle me. I'm going to fucking destroy her, and make her pay for what she just tried to do to me! You hear that, you little cunt?" I yell, pointing at Kristen. "I'm coming for you BITCH!"

....I stagger towards Kristen, my body aching and my knees buckling with each step. But my determination to finish this fight keeps me moving forward. As I get closer, I see Kristen starting to stir, trying to push herself up off the mat. I know I don't have much time. Gritting my teeth, I launch myself at her, wrapping my legs around her head in a tight scissor hold. I squeeze with all my might, using every ounce of strength I have left in my battered body. "Give up, bitch!" I scream, my voice raw and hoarse. "Tap out now, or I'll fucking choke you unconscious!" I can feel Kristen struggling beneath me, her hands clawing at my thighs as i grab them and pull them away, but I don't let go. I'm not letting her go until she taps out or passes out. I've come too far to lose now.

Kristen:I struggle desperately beneath Karla, my head trapped between her powerful thighs. I can feel the pressure building in my skull, my vision starting to go dark around the edges. I claw at her legs, trying to pry them apart, but she's too strong. Her muscles are like steel, squeezing tighter and tighter, cutting off my air supply. I can hear her screaming at me to tap out, her voice filled with rage and determination. But I refuse to give in. I won't let her win, not after everything I've done to her. Not after the humiliation and pain I've inflicted. With a burst of adrenaline, I reach up and sink my nails into her inner thighs, digging in as hard as I can. She screams in pain, and I feel her grip loosen just a fraction.

Karla: I scream in agony as Kristen's nails dig into my inner thighs, tearing at my sensitive flesh. The pain is excruciating, but I refuse to let go. I can't. I have to finish this. Gritting my teeth, I bear down even harder with my legs, putting every last ounce of strength into my scissor hold. "You're not getting away that easily, you fucking cunt!" I growl, my voice ragged and breathless. I can feel Kristen's struggles weakening, her body going limp beneath me. She's fading fast, and I know it's only a matter of time before she passes out completely. But I need her to tap out. I need to hear her surrender, to know that I've beaten her utterly and completely. "Tap out, bitch!" I scream again, my thighs trembling with the effort of maintaining my hold. "Tap out before I fucking kill you!"

Kristen: Karla's legs are crushing my head, the pain almost unbearable. But I'm not giving up that easily. I reach up and dig my nails even deeper into her thighs, feeling her flesh tear beneath my fingertips. She screams in agony, but her grip doesn't loosen. I can feel myself starting to fade, my vision going black around the edges. But I won't tap out. I can't. Not to this bitch. Not after everything I've done to her. Gritting my teeth, I summon every last bit of strength and roll to the side, trying to break free of her hold. But she's too strong, her legs like a vice around my skull. I'm trapped, helpless, as she squeezes harder and harder, cutting off my air supply completely. I can hear her screaming at me, demanding that I tap out. But I can't. I won't. With one final burst of energy, I reach up and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking as hard as I can. She shrieks in pain as i tug so hard.

Karla :I scream in pain as Kristen yanks on my hair, tugging so hard I'm afraid she might rip it out. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to maintain my hold on her, my legs trembling with the effort. But even through the agony, I can feel her resistance weakening. Her body is going limp beneath me, her hands falling away from my thighs and hair. She's so close to passing out, I can feel it. I just need to hold on a little longer. "Tap out, you stupid slut!" I shriek, my voice hoarse and ragged. "Give up before it's too late!" But Kristen is still fighting, still struggling, even as her strength fades. She's a stubborn bitch, I'll give her that. But I'm just as stubborn. And I'm not letting go until she surrenders completely. I clench my teeth, pouring every last bit of energy into my scissor hold, determined to make her submit. Now that i have the upper hand i grab her top and unclasp the back to rip it off and throw it to the crowd exposing her topless tits for extra humiliation. I let a hand drop low and grab her breast squeezing it as i grope her now cruelly. After she tried to finger me its what she deserves! "TAP OUT WHORE!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID COW!! TAP THE MAT! I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY YOU GIVE!"

Kristen: Karla has me almost choked out, my vision fading to black as she squeezes me with her powerful legs. I can't even move my arms now, my strength completely gone. I feel her hand groping my breast, twisting and tugging painfully, and I know I'm on the verge of passing out. The crowd is cheering wildly, their voices echoing in my ears. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm about to lose, to be beaten by this bitch. The humiliation is unbearable, and I feel tears streaming down my cheeks. Part of me wants to keep fighting, to never give up. But another part of me knows it's futile. I'm beaten. Defeated. And as my eyes flutter closed, I know I have no choice but to surrender. "I... I give," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "You win, Karla. I... I tap out." The words taste like acid on my tongue, but I know it's the only way to end this. To stop the pain and humiliation. As the darkness claims me, I hear Karla's victorious scream, and I know that I've lost everything.

Karla: I feel Kristen's body go limp in my hold, and I know she's given up. She's tapped out. But I'm not done with her yet. I loosen my legs just enough to keep her from passing out completely, but I keep my grip firm, making sure she knows she's still at my mercy. "Say it again, bitch," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "I want to hear you admit your defeat. Louder this time." Kristen's eyes flutter open, and I see the humiliation and pain in her gaze. She knows she has no choice but to obey. "Louder!" I demand, squeezing my thighs tighter around her head. "I want everyone in this arena to hear you admit that you're a loser. That you're nothing but a pathetic little whore who got her ass kicked by me." Kristen's face crumples in shame, and I see tears welling in her eyes as she has to obey me now!

Kristen: "I... I give up," I say again, my voice shaking as I force out the words. "I tap out. You win, Karla." Tears stream down my face, and I can barely look her in the eye as I admit my defeat. "I'm a loser. A pathetic whore who got her ass kicked. I'm nothing compared to you." The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I know I have no choice. I can feel Karla's legs squeezing tighter around my head, reminding me of my helplessness. I can see the smug, satisfied look on her face as she gloats over her victory. It's a look I've seen on so many faces before, but never directed at me. I've always been the one doing the gloating, the one standing tall in victory. But now the tables have turned, and I'm the one laying in the dirt, utterly defeated.

Karla: As Kristen admits her defeat, I feel a surge of power and pride. I've done it. I've beaten this arrogant bitch at her own game. But as I look down at her, tears streaming down her face, I feel a pang of something else. Something that almost feels like... sympathy? I shake my head, trying to banish the thought. Kristen doesn't deserve my sympathy. She's a cruel, vicious fighter who takes pleasure in humiliating and abusing her opponents. She would have done the same to me if our positions were reversed. Still, I can't quite shake the feeling of unease as I release her broken form. Part of me wants to gloat, to rub my victory in her face. But another part of me is starting to wonder if I've gone too far. As Kristen's body goes limp beneath me, I feel a surge of triumph and relief. I did it. I beat her. I won. But even as I release my hold on her, I can feel the pain and exhaustion taking over. I barely have the strength to roll off of her, collapsing onto the mat beside her. For a moment, I just lay there, panting and gasping for air, my body trembling with the aftermath of the fight. Then, slowly, I push myself up to my knees, wincing at the pain in my legs and inner thighs. I look down at Kristen, unconscious and half-naked, her body marked with scratches and bruises from our brutal battle. A part of me feels sorry for her, seeing her like this. But another part of me, the part that remembers the humiliation and pain she inflicted on me, feels nothing but satisfaction. She got what she deserved. I won. I am the victor. And as I raise my arms in the air, the crowd roaring their approval, I know that this is a moment I'll never forget. I stand up slowly and i look to the crowd "IM THE VICTOR! KRISTEN IS JUST A WHORE WHO GOT BEAT!! SHE AIN'T SHIT!! SHE THOUGHT SHE HAD THIS WON?!?! HA! LOOK AT HER PATHETIC STATE!! SHE IS A FAILURE! SHE WILL NEVER BE BETTER THAN ME!!!"

As Lightning come in she helps me out of the ring, I feel a rush of adrenaline and pride. I did it. I beat Kristen. I won. The crowd is still cheering, their voices ringing in my ears as I make my way backstage. I can barely feel my legs, my body aching from the brutal fight. But the pain is worth it. I glance back one last time at Kristen, it looks like she passed out and is now lying unconscious on a stretcher, and I feel a smirk tugging at my lips. She thought she had this won. She thought she could beat me. But I proved her wrong. I showed her, and everyone else, that I'm the superior fighter. The better woman. As I disappear backstage, I know that this victory is only the beginning. I'm going to take this league by storm. I'm going to dominate every single one of these bitches. And no one, not even Kristen, will be able to stop me.