Story from this poll - enjoy!
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,33962.0.htmlMusic blared as the four ladies entered the packed arena from opposite entrances. Keira and Rachel walked up to the cage, dressed in matching plaid skirts and white tank tops. Taylor and Nicky seemed much less coordinated team as Taylor dressed in a curvy, tight black dress and Nicky in a nearly sheer full body suit. Rachel and Keira definitely seemed a more together unit as they aggressively began pumping each other up and shouting across the cage at their opponents. Little did the girls know, there was a surprise in store for them.
"This is an octagon, how the hell are we supposed to tag out?" Rachel asked.
"Oh did no one tell you? Once you are in the ring the only way you leave is to strip the other girl's clothing completely or to show your own stuff." the official replied. "There are no tag outs."
This was no longer much of a tag match but regardless, both team's confidence was so high that it did not seem to matter. Rachel and Taylor stepped into the octagon first and the bell sounded.
Rachel immediately sprinted at her towering opponent; she knew her only shot to take Taylor out was to work her on the ground. Her running take down attempt was countered with a blistering knee that landed high on her chest. Rachel crumpled to all fours but managed to roll away before Taylor could drop her weight and take her back. Gasping to catch her breath, Rachel circled away from the prowling blonde and adjusted her skirt which had ridden up over her belly button, exposing her black, string thong.
"Don't bother with that skirt, bitch. You'll be begging to cover up with that slutty thong in a few minutes." Taylor shouted.
Rachel shot a wry smile to Keira and slithered out of her skirt, revealing her pert round ass which was perfectly framed by her dark thong, and balling it up in her hand. Taylor was not amused and pressed forward toward the little brunette. Taylor threw a wide right hand but Rachel caught it, tangling her arm in the skirt and twisting it behind her back. From behind, Rachel hogtied Taylor's arms together and began pounding her ribs with high knees and shoving her against the cage. As Taylor fought to unwind her arms from the improvised material handcuffs, Rachel speared her in the gut and dropped her to her knees. Taylor violently coughed as she hit the ground. Without her arms to stop the fall, she fell hard on her face and slid flat to the mat, pressing her breasts against the canvas. Rachel ripped her up by the hair and tugged her tube top dress below her perky breasts before shoving her to the ground again. Taylor instantly covered herself with an arm bra, but the fall drove her dress up over her belly button. Taylor was a crying mess and completely unaware of her attacker as she tried to recover on the ground. Rachel wasted no time and punted Taylor right between her wide open legs, then sensually ripped the dress off Taylor's submissive body. The battle of the two girls who most believed lacked a fighting spirit had gone to Rachel Bilson. Taylor did little to tire out her opponent and now her partner, Nicky Whelan, had to eliminate both Rachel and Keira. Nicky stepped into the octagon as Rachel re-tied her pony tail and wiped some of the sweat from between her breasts.
No one had given Rachel much of a chance, but she had all the confidence in the world as she threw a few testing jabs at Nicky. Nicky was noticeably quicker as she finally countered with a snap kick to the tiring brunette's chin. Rachel crumbled to the ground, bending over her legs and landing on her back as Nicky jumped to full mount. Rachel snapped back to reality as Nicky grabbed her thong and began wrenching in a painful frontal wedgie, yanking her thong up her pussy until the material gave way. Rachel was gasping from the pain and completely unable to defend the brutal elbows that Nicky began throwing at her chest and face. After Rachel went limp, Nicky grabbed her blood-soaked hair and sunk in a deep kiss on her convulsing foe and ripped her tank top open, securing the win.
This was the match-up that the crowd was waiting for, as Keira stepped past her partner being helped from the ring. Eventually Keira's reach gave her the upper hand as she was able to grab Nicky's bodysuit and fling her to the ground, ripping a hole in the breast.
"You lucky bitch!" Nicky shouted. "If you think you are going to win with that shit, you are dead wrong. You are going to have to knock me out to get this off me."
Nicky sprinted at Keira and took her leg, forcing her to the ground. Nicky remained standing and holding Keira's leg, looking for an opportunity before landing a stomp to her pussy. Keira squeezed her womanhood in pain and rolled onto her stomach, causing her skirt to ride up to her arching back. Her silky, white ass was a prime target as Nicky grabbed between her legs and sunk her fingers deep into Keira's pussy with the other hand firmly gripping a ball of hair. Keira feverishly flipped to her back as she was not expecting the fight to become sexual, and looked to the referee for an explanation. Unfortunately for Keira, he didn't acknowledge her cry for help and Nicky pulled her panties clean off from underneath her tiny skirt. The crowd now paid close attention to every low punch and kick that Keira absorbed as they each lifted her skirt just enough to sneak a glimpse of her sleek, shaven cxnt. Finally, a spinning back kick to Keira's breasts left her nearly limp body sulked up against the cage. Nicky then took her by the hair and shoved her face deep into her cleavage, tossing her mascara covered face against the mat just before she went unconscious. Keira's eyeliner had been smeared from her fluttering eyelashes to her cheeks by the breast smother as she laid completely vulnerable in the center of the ring. Nicky stretched Keira's legs as far apart as they would go, exposing her pussy once more before removing her skirt. Her nipples poked through her sweat soaked tank top as the crowd anxiously watched her beaten chest rapidly rise and fall. Nicky sent a sultry shake of her ass to the arena, moistened her writhing opponent's pussy with a kiss, then slid up her body before planting her pussy right on Keira's face.
"You don't get out of this ring until you make me cum." Nicky whispered as Keira helplessly squealed.
Keira did all she could as Nicky began to grind and shutter on top of her bare foe, but Keira's lungs only had so much air. Her working tongue eventually stopped and she went unconscious, convulsing beneath the victor. Nicky would not be stopped as she grabbed a fist full of hair and finished the job herself. As she climbed off Keira, she sensually removed her shirt and playfully licked her from head to toe, starting with her mouth and ending with her cxnt. No one saw the destructive potential of Nicky Whelan coming, but damn was it fun to watch.
