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Bitchfights (Broomhandle45 and Lewdpet)

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Broomhandle45

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In a non-descript building in Chicago, there was a gym that was located in some odd looking warehouse. It was fairly plain, with a ring in the middle that was shaped like an octagon and a number of training machines and equipment around. Really, if it wasn't for the single car that was parked way in the back, it'd look abandoned, that was kind of the point.
The interior was alive with activity, filled with the grunts and yelps of women. Most of them covered in a sheen of sweat over their half-naked bodies, most of them wouldn’t make it past the first week. Karen Ise wasn’t surprised in the least because it was nothing but a bunch of airheaded sluts who thought they could just sub their way into getting money, that’s not how it worked.

She rolled her shoulders with a heavy grunt, her wild mane of dark hair made her look intimidating…if it wasn’t for the flat stomach and toned arms, it could have been the expression as she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts with a deep frown.

“Next,” she called flatly, as the woman she properly tore into like the stupid cow that she was, limped off the mats with a look of embarrassment and satisfaction on her face. They could think it was stupid dirty porn all they wanted, and they wouldn’t be wrong, but joining Bitchfight also meant knowing your place and knowing what it took to get to be the top.

Both literally and figuratively, she didn’t know why she volunteered to help out…it was dull and uninteresting throwing around stupid whores on the mats, even if their pussies tasted good and they had the best little squeals when Karen’s fingers sunk in unannounced. But it was extra money, and extra pussy, who’d complain about that, right?
 
‘What the hell am I doing’ Kim had repeated to herself, multiple times since meeting that shady black man at a bar, signing some contract for girl on girl fighting, but it was good money, Oww god was it good money.

Yes, she had to wear a ridiculous outfit, nothing more than a string thong bikini and a matching coloured cut-off tank top, shit it was like she was naked, but it was better than stripping, well maybe, and yes she had to wrestle girls in a ring, she had done some wrestling back in high school, wasn’t bad at it either, but it was just wrestling for a fee paying customers and hell it was a guaranteed paycheck…

More money than she had ever had, money to pay off back rent, money to pay off her debts, Money to buy things she really wanted, Oww what an amazing feeling that would be, wouldn’t it…..

Well, that all seemed pretty amazing, until she herself stepped into the ring, before chatting with a few other new girls and ignoring the match, and saw her opponent, a girl, no sorry not a girl but an amazon beast, standing before her, easily double her in size and weight, and as she feeble walked up to her, suddenly feeling very vulnerable in her barely covering clothing, visible shaking, she out stretched her hand in a sign of respect…

“Good luck, I’m Kim.”
 
"Karen," she responded with an easy smile, hand settled around hers for a firm shake as she leaned forward with a hungry purr. She was a cute little bitch, wasn't she? So friendly and nice...she'd have to fix that, she'd look better broken and fucked. "Good luck, because I'm going to fuck you stupid and make you my personal bitch."

She liked the way this one looked, and she was going to split those legs open and make her howl.
 
'Shit. Shit. Shit. What did you get yourself into girl' Kim's mind churned after listening to Karen, churned with ideas of pain, fear, of this behemoth girl infront of her, smacking her hand away like she was nothing, kind of stringed, telling her what she was going to do to her, to turn her to her bitch..

But like a bolt of lightning hitting the ground in a storm, Kim shrugged her shoulders back, finding a new found strength 'the bigger they are, the bigger they will fall, you got this girl.' and gazing back at the half naked girl infront of her, in a ready stance..

"No bitch, it is you who is going to fall and become my bitch."
 
"Ooh, fiery," Karen smirked, flexing her hand. "Fine then, if you're so confident, ladies first," she instructed easily, settling into a stance of her own. "Let's see you try, little girl." she said, flexing her hands in anticipation. This one wanted to try, it seemed...that was better than nothing. Maybe she could be entertained after all.

She liked the ones with spirit because they were the best kind to break open.
 
Moving around the ring a bit, hearing cheers from behind her, judging the best way to lunge at her grossly oversize opponent, taking purchase that both of them wore the same god awful and impractical outfit, 'hmm I wonder if she's experiencing the worst wedgie ever', she notices her opponent slightly favor her right knee, possible tweaking it in the last match, and choosing that limb to hopefully off balance her and take her to the mat...

"Hey, I can see your nipples." distracting, she quickly, like a cheetah, lunges forward with her right shoulder poised, low to the ground, and nails Karen's knee perfectly, not only hearing a nauseating crack but also bring down the monster girl to the mat hard... and not wanting to miss the chance for points, her opponent visible in pain, jumps down to the mat, straddles her opponents flailing bare mid section, and pins her down, hearing the sound of an electric bell, signifying she scored a point.

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