Stole thye beginning of this from Marlowe's "Abigail's Cosplay Catfight" and managed to write it in a week, which is incredibily fat for me.
Anyway enjoy.
Catfight at Comicon: Sue Storm v Natasha Romanova.
“I’m really doing this”.
Sue Storm tried to look casual as she climbed through the ropes of the ring, to the cheers of the crowd. In the opposite corner her opponent, Natasha Romanova casually lounged, her arms draped casually on the ropes. Sue felt the butterflies in her stomach, the mixture of fear and anticipation.
“Wake up little Susie” Natashia purred. She was so anticipating this.
***
Her real name wasn’t Sue Storm or Sue Richards, it was Linda Jones. She worked as a bank teller, and she loved cosplay. She had worked hard on her costume and her figure to go with the costume; she was naturally competitive and wanted to be the hit of Comicon. She had gone for one of the sexier Sue Storm costumes, with its bare midriff and the “4” showing off her generous cleavage. Her boyfriend looked at her totally amazed at how she looked in the costume.
So, they went as Mr. Fantastic and the Invisible Woman. She loved the attention; her boyfriend could not keep his eyes off her and neither could the crowd. This was it; it made all the effort, the exercise, and the dieting worth it. She was luxuriating the attention she was receiving.
Then she heard the murmurs, then she saw Natasha Romanova as the crowd parted for her like the Red Sea, the men’s attention all pivoted to look at her, and suddenly Linda felt like the Invisible Woman. This new woman was dressed like the comic book Black Widow; a skin-tight blue costume that looked like it had been painted on. “My God, how does she go to the toilet?” Linda thought petulantly.
As the two women walked past each other, their eyes locked. Linda thrust out her breasts all the more. Natasha mirrored the move while sensually swinging her hips as she walked, their eyes still locked. Not a word was said as they walked by, their eyes just stayed locked. As Linda looked behind her, she saw Natasha looking back at her with a reciprocated loathing obvious to see.
Bitch she thought.
The coffee was warm and well, drinkable Linda sipped it as she stood outside the hall vaping; she couldn’t get that look the bitch has given her out of her head. She should have knocked her fucking block off. She thought about the last scrap she had had with a co-worker in the back alley of a pub. She was a tough bitch, but in the end, she had put her down. Stomping the tart’s breasts flat. That was a rush.
She idly daydreamed about how it would feel to stomp that Black Widow slut, even better in front of an audience.
“I thought you two were going to get into it there”.
“What?” Linda looked up, her daydream interrupted. In front of her stood an impeccably dressed man in an expensive-looking suit.
“Natasha said she would have pounded you to pudding”. He added.
“What!! I would’ve punched her lights out, the fucking cow”. Linda was annoyed by the thought of that cow beating her.
“Let me introduce myself my name is Henri Lachette I’m running some entertainment for tonight, the first Comicon Catfight. And I think you and Natasha would be perfect for it. We’re charging $50 a head for admission. The winner gets 50% of the takings, the loser 10%. I saw what happened earlier and I think Sue Storm and Natasha Romanova would be perfect for it”.
He handed her a card.
“You don't have to give me an answer right now. Here’s my number. If you want to go ahead just give me a call and I’ll arrange things for tonight”.
She looked at the card. She thought about the money and the look that bitch gave her. Then she thought about the daydream.
After five minutes, without even asking her boyfriend, she made the call.
***
Sue draped her arms over the ropes on the turnbuckle. She tried to exude confidence as she could feel her heart pounding and her body tremble in an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement.
“I hear you said you’re going to pound me to pudding?” Sue asked sarcastically.
“Yes”, Natasha answered back defiantly, but Sue could tell she was nervous by the way she bit her bottom lip. They had both readily agreed, in hindsight perhaps too readily, not wanting to be seen to back down in front of the other, to a no-rules, fight to the finish scrap. Now they would have to do it. They both felt the butterflies in their stomachs, but they were doing their best to intimidate the other, and both relished the prospect of the upcoming conflict.
“You hairy spider, I’ll squash you like the bug you are.” Sue was doing her best intimidating voice.
"Dream on Barbie", came the reply as Natasha flipped her middle finger. “You’re going home in a body bag tonight!”
Like Sue, Natasha was intoxicated by a mixture of fear and excitement. She hated these blonde Barbie types. The last one she had fought; she'd really fucked her up and she'd loved the cheers of the crowd when she threw her out naked into the street. This little big-titted freak was no different. She remembered that feeling of triumph she felt when she saw the look on the little over-inflated Barbie doll's face when all the men turned to look at a real woman.
Slowly they walked towards each other, never breaking eye contact.
Then as they stood breast to breast, Natasha dismissively looked down at Sue’s breasts, then threateningly pushed her breasts into Sue’s.
“Are those real?” She queried.
“Yes they’re fucking real” Sue hissed back.
“Then I guess we’ll find out”. Natasha looked straight into her eyes as she ground her breasts into Sue’s.
“Do the curtains match the drapes?” Asked Sue as she rammed her breasts into Natasha’s.
“I guess we’ll find out” She snarled as she returned the grinding.
They stepped back their hands coming up, they closed on each other and started circling, looking for an opening. Grimly, they both realised they were up against a foe as determined as they were. This was going to go the distance and they would have to earn that prize money.
“Harlot!”
“Slag!”
“Whore!”
Natasha lunged forward her right hand lashing out for Sue’s face. Sue brought her left arm up blocking the slap. She winced as Natasha’s curled fingers scored her left forearm, even though she was wearing gloves, she still left four pink lines down the blonde’s forearm.
The two women started swinging slaps wildly, breasts swinging and bouncing as they swung at each other’s faces and bodies.
The open palm of Sue’s left hand cracked sharply into her opponent’s right cheek causing Natasha to cry out in pain as she staggered to her left. Natasha lashed out with a vicious backhand right. Her knuckles smashed into Sue's cheek, snapping it back, her feet shuffling on the mat of the ring as she reeled back from the blow.
Natasha moved in before Sue could regain her balance. Natasha dropped her right fist down and dug it into Sue’s stomach. Sue’s eyes went wide as the air was forced from her lungs as she staggered back, doubling over and clutching herself.
Natasha moved alongside her and wrapped her right arm around her opponent’s head. Her left hand clamped onto her right wrist tightening the headlock while she pressed her hip into Sue’s trying to throw her down onto the mat.
Sue slammed her right fist into her adversary’s belly trying to break free of the headlock. Natasha gasped and moaned as Sue’s fist dug into her, but Natasha refused to release her. Finally, Sue’s fist dug into one of Natasha’s breasts and broke free of the headlock. Sue’s head came up, her blonde hair flying, her face red, as Natasha backed away clutching her breast.
Sue lunged at Natasha, her fingers digging into her adversary’s thick red hair, trying to pull her over. Natasha responded in kind, they staggered in circles, screaming abuse.
Natashia launched a slap into Sue’s face, she reeled back, her cheek glowing bright red. As she staggered, she pulled hard at Natasha’s hair pulling out strands, she squealed as she felt them snap. Stepping back and holding out her hand Sue blew the hair directly into Nat’s face.
“Lose anything?”. She smirked.
“Cow” Natashia shouted as she grabbed at the 4-shaped hole in Sue’s top and pulled hard, the material ripped hard down the centre. Alarmed Sue went to cover her breasts. Taking advantage of Sue’s lack of defence, Natasha launched a kick straight to her belly. The air whooshed out of Sue’s lungs, and she staggered on spread-apart legs, but she remained standing with her head bent down, moaning.
Then slowly her head rose, the look of pain replaced by a look of determination. She stopped trying to cover her breasts.
“Fuck it” she murmured. She put her hands around the damaged material and ripped what was left of her top off, leaving her just in her gloves, trunks and boots. Her sweat-covered body glistened under the lights of the ring. The crowd went wild.
She gestured with her hands.
“Come on carrottop”
“Fuck off and die barbie” Natasha responded.
They strode together, Sue ploughed a punch into Natasha’s stomach. As she bent Sue got a two-handed grip on Nat’s hair and span around, ever faster, Natasha was trying desperately to keep up and not stumble. Hissing, Sue released her hair, and the redhead flew back landing on her belly.
As Natasha scrambled to get up on her hands and knees, Sue ran towards her and kicked her in the belly, Natasha rose off the mat, rolling back groaning, until she hit the turnbuckle, clutching her stomach, she rose, unsteadily.
Sue raced towards her determined to continue her attack. Natasha kicked up blindly catching Sue under her chin, halting her advance, sending her reeling backwards.
Determined to continue her punishment, Natasha drove into the blonde's body, slamming her onto the floor. Quickly Natasha got on top slapping Sue’s face, forehand, backhand, rocking Sue's face from side to side as Sue clawed at Natasha’s body, twisting, gouging at anything she could find in a vain attempt to stop the punishment. Changing tactics, she pulled hard on Natasha's long hair, Then pulled her to the side.
Sue got on top and started paying back the slaps. Natasha squirmed wildly, managing to roll onto her front to avoid any more punishment to the face. Sue just slapped the back of Natasha's head, shit the bitch’s head was hard, and then she saw the zip. Greedily her hands reached out and pulled the zip down as far as it would go to her foe’s buttocks, Natasha yelped, banging her fist and feet on the mat in anger. Delighted with the result, this was how she took a piss, Sue pulled down the front of Natasha’s top exposing her breasts and as Natasha screamed in anger pulled the arms of her top down effectively creating a straightjacket.
"Gotcha" Sue gloated.
She rolled Natasha over and started slapping at Natasha’s bared breasts, all Natasha had was some pasties which Sue immediately went for, sending them flying across the ring as she gleefully ripped them off harshly from the sensitive aureoles. Natasha gasped in pain as Sue bounced on Natasha's stomach, wailing frantically on the breasts as though she was playing the bongos. Natasha’s breasts flew from left to right as the sweat flew from each punished breast as it tried to regain its shape before the next pounding.
Natasha screamed and pulled furiously trying to free her trapped arms, wiggling wildly she bucked like a bronco trying to unseat her enemy who was not missing a beat of the tune she was playing on her breasts. Scrambling her legs, Natasha finally managed to kick out at Sue, in the face, and she went flying onto her back.
Natasha scrambled to get up desperate to get out of her straitjacket before her opponent who was rapidly rising, could resume her agonising bongo playing.
Distressed, Natasha moved away from Sue, buying precious time as she furiously pulled at her top. She struggled eventually freeing her arms but leaving her bare to the waist as the top of her body suit flopped uselessly around her face.
“Aww little sad sacks”. Sue said with a grin on her face wiping away an imaginary tear from her eyes.
“I’ll fucking destroy those cow udders you call tits”, Natasha yelled. As she drove towards Sue, just as determined Sue moved forwards. The two slammed together with a thwack like two pieces of meat.
Around the women spun, hands guided by hatred grasped and twisted at bared flesh. The lovely hairstyles of both fighters had been reduced to sweat-sodden mops. Strands of blonde and red hair littered the floor. Their sweat-covered bodies shone in the light illuminating the ring. Their skin was reddened by scratches and bruises. The gloves they both wore prohibited the use of nails but the red marks on their bodies testified to the force they were putting into their scratches. Natasha raked her fingers down Sue's back, red marks appearing on her back and Sue groaned in pain as she clutched at Natasha’s face.
Suddenly Natasha lowered her hands and thrust her hand at Sue’s crotch, Sue gasped in fear at the coming attack while Natasha’s face lit up in a fierce grin.
“You’ll never fuck again, blondie!”. She threatened.
Natasha tried to drive her fingers deep into Sue’s crotch but to her dismay she was stopped by the material of Sue’s trunks. Natasha paused confounded, quickly realising her mistake she moved her fingers up to go under Sue’s trunks where the blonde’s crotch would be at her mercy. Sue thought fast. True, the attack had not been as debilitating as she had feared (thank you spandex) but the next one she knew was coming, she shuddered. Quickly she launched a knee hard into Natasha’s belly, she groaned, her crotch attack forgotten, and Sue pushed with both her hands throwing Natasha away.
They looked at each other with looks of hatred.
“Dirty whore”, Sue spat.
“No rules blondie” Natasha taunted, then smelling her fingers, she turned up her nose. “Yuck smells of skank!”.
They circled slowly. Each searching for a weakness, a target to attack. Both were determined to finish their opponent.
Natasha grabbed at Sue’s hands pulling her down and then launching a knee to the blonde's breasts, Sue squealed in pain and as she bent over Natasha quickly slammed a double-axe handle down on Sue’s back, gasping, she dropped to the mat like a stone.
Natasha leapt on top of Sue’s back, then rolling her, she put her hands around her body groping for her targets. Savouring the moment, the redhead sank her gloved hands into Sue’s breasts and savagely pulled them in opposite directions, pulling hard, stretching them to their limits.
“You cow-titted freak, I’ll teach you to upstage me. They won’t look so proud and perky when I’ve ripped those implants off”. Natasha hissed into Sue’s ears, she had victory within her grasp, literally, she could feel it as the flesh oozed through her fingers.
Increasing the torture, through her gloves, Natasha dug her nails in twisting the supple flash in opposite directions like she was turning a dial.
Sue whimpered.
Natasha’s boyfriend called out.
“That’s it, finish her babe!”
Alarmed Sue’s boyfriend called out to her.
“Give up Linda, please don’t let her ruin you!”. His heart was in his mouth as he watched his girlfriend's beautiful breasts being deformed by the claws of her rival.
“No fucking way! These tits are real” Sue growled determinedly.
Despite her crying of resistance, she was quickly nearing her threshold for pain. Searching for a way to make it stop, she started throwing her head back blindly, trying to hit Natasha’s head. Natasha moved her head out of the way, but Sue kept trying, but she kept missing. She was getting desperate the agony emanating from her breasts was unbearable. Then she heard it.
“FUUUCCCCKKK!”
She had hit the bitch’s nose; she felt the damp feel of the blood coating her hair and the death grip on her breasts loosened. Sue turned round, lifted up her torso and positioned herself, so her breasts were directly over Natasha’s then crashed her jugs down onto Natasha’s. Sue used her breasts ruthlessly flattening Natasha’s pair causing real pain and suffering.
Again, she brought her breasts straight on top of Natasha’s pair, flattening them, the flesh oozed out from the side as Sue’s larger breasts overwhelmed the smaller pair. Natasha watched horrified as Sue’s prodigious breasts dominated the smaller but still not insubstantial pair.
Sue lifted her torso up so her breasts were over Natasha’s head and shook them, so her meaty sacks crashed into Natasha’s head, knocking her head back and forth.
”Is this what they call ’jug mugging’?” Sue thought to herself as the meaty sacks pounded into her foe’s face. Thinking she had softened her up enough. Sue grabbed the back of Natasha’s head, forcing her head deep into her cleavage sealing off her supply of air. She grinned manically, the breasts the bitch had been so jealous of were going to smother her into oblivion.
“Sleepytime bitch” Sue was ecstatic, she was giggling, she had the bitch now. She could see the tears welling in Natasha's eyes. She would be weeping out her surrender anytime now.
Sue screamed as Natashia chowed down ravenously on Sue’s tender breasts. Sue reared back desperate to escape the torture, Natashia rose with her, her arms forcing Sue onto her back. Then Natasha’s mouth moved to clamp onto her nipple and started chewing. The stretched-out nipple stretched like elastic from Natashia’s greedy mouth. In vain Sue slapped Natasha’s face, trying to make her release her meal. But Natashia would not relent, her face lighting up in a massive grin as she tried to chew the nipple off.
Sue started sobbing freely now as she watched damage being done to her beautiful breasts.
In a desperate attempt she launched a punch straight into Natasha’s left breast with all her remaining strength, the flesh oozed out around her fist as it disappeared up to her wrist. Natasha’s face crumpled in agony, but she would not release her bite until the second punch arrived. She screamed releasing the nipple.
Sue pushed the moaning Natasha onto her back as she clutched at her pulverised breasts. Throwing Natasha’s legs roughly apart, Sue drew her knee back and rammed it hard into Natasha’s crotch, delivering a killer blow. Natasha’s body convulsed and shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, then finally her body shut down as the agony coursed through her body, and then she was still.
But Sue was still in fight mode, grabbing Natasha's matted sweat sodden hair in a two-handed grasp, she slammed her head, repeatedly into the mat. She continued mechanically banging her opponent's head, until she was pulled off her victim by Lachette and her arm was raised skyward in victory. Slowly she rose, aiming a petulant kick at her motionless opponent who just groaned, before saluting her delirious supporters.
Then just one more thing to settle. Sue almost burst into tears as she looked down at her scratched, bitten beautiful breasts that she had been so proud of. Her face hardened, she was going to humiliate the shit.
Bending down she pulled at what was left of Natasha's costume, it was a struggle, but finally, Sue got it off, twirling it around her head before throwing it out to the audience with a whoop. She looked down at Natasha’s naked body, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Sue peered down.
"And what do you know?" she tutted, "Not a natural redhead. Told you we'd find out".
She embraced her relieved boyfriend. As she was doing that, Lachette approached reaching for his wallet and producing a fistful of notes which he handed to Sue, who kissed him and the money before showing it to the cheering audience.
What are you going to do for an encore someone asked Lachette. He turned and smiled.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something”.
