[Valeria]

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FIGHTERS

Valeria

• Style: Striker
• Stats: 5'4, 132 lbs.

Summer

• Style: Grappler
• Stats: 5'5, 135 lbs.

MAIN EVENT

Valeria                                                    Summer

Promotional poster.

With their rivalry having months in the making, it was only a matter of time before Valeria and Summer finally crossed paths. The hype surrounding their confrontation among the fans had caught the eyes of many sponsors and PPV services looking to get their hands on a piece of the cake, so once that happened, it only took a few higher ups signing the papers for the deal to be closed and for these two amazons to finally be able to settle their differences the only way the know how: in the octagon.

After all their back and forth calling each other out in social media, the time has almost come for them to speak with their fists. However, they must first fulfill one last procedure in the weigh in ceremony.

Selfies posted by each on their social media minutes before the weigh in event.

• Summer:

- Stepping on the scale as they announce my weight! "Summer weighs in at 135 lbs. even!" I step off the scale and meet you face to face before you step on. Flexing and pushing my forehead into yours.  "You're gonna be wrecked Valeria".  Shaking my head yes as the crowd goes wild for me! -

• Valeria:

- Taking my turn at the scale as the announcer introduces me, "Valeria weighs in at 132 lbs. even! We have a fight, ladies and gentlemen!" he goes, and I just look calm and confident. I make my way towards you, stepping face to face once more, foreheads pressing up against one another, flexing in return for the camera flashes to rain in on both of our perfect bodies. "I'll devour you once we're inside that octagon, Summer", I respond, heads shaking, the tension between us building up, but before it reaches a boiling point, we're split by our team members, pulled apart against our will. "See you tomorrow, bitch!" I say as I struggle to remain in place, spitting down at your feet before I'm finally pulled all the way back. -

• Summer:

- Feeling the hands of several of my handlers pulling my body try to get me away from you. My bare feet planted on the cold cement feel your spit and my weigh in attire leaves very little to the imagination as my body pulls forward trying to get at you. Shaking my head, "Oh, you're going to get fucking wrecked Valeria. Tomorrow no one will be able to pull me off of you". My loose brunette hair bun bouncing as I pull and bounce trying to get to you. -

• Valeria:

- With everything said and only the actual fight left, I finally stop fighting back and let my team members take me back to safety, but not without a confident, taunting smile while I look at you, letting the media know how much in control I am in this psychological warfare before turning around, flipping my ponytail over my shoulder.. As a final farewell for my roaring fans, I point at you with one hand, crossing the other hand in front of my neck, letting everyone know you're so done. The few present go wild, and the hype for our match reaches a peak prior to the main event. The sponsors love it, the fans love it, the TV stations love it... all that's left is finding out who of us will end up loving it when everything's done. -

• Summer:

- We are now far enough separated from each other and heading in different directions, which allows the handlers to step away to give everyone a full body view of each of us as we walk away, neither of us wanting to give the other the last word as we both continue to shout and taunt one another.  "I am so ready! I wish I could get at you this second but I will wait to get you locked in the cage.  Then I plan on slowly wrecking and defeating your mind, body and soul!".  I smile one last time at you, then give the remaining spectators one last bicep flex and shake my head, nodding and mouthing the words "It's fucking on". -

• Valeria:

- Being a safe distance from you, and with no risk of further confrontation, I take my time on my side of the stage to show off, flexing for everyone, letting the present and those watching at home fill their eyes with my glorious form, my perfect biceps and my sex appeal. "This puta is going down, do you all hear me?" I say with a teasing tone. "There's no chance in the world she's exiting that octagon on her feet!", I finish my statement, making my way out to my dressing room along with my team to start preparing for the big day tomorrow. -

Who's going to take it? Valeria or Summer? Feel free to cheer for your favorite during the fight.

[Interested fightfan]

Summer outlasts Valeria, maneuvering her way around her to apply a rear naked choke, leaving the Colombian a drooling mess.

[Summer Rain]

All of the hype, arguing, tension, media conferences, weigh ins have come to a head. Tonight is the night that I get to make my MMA debut in this huge event. Not only do I get to showcase my grappling skills as I have logged relentless hours on the mats with my now ex body builder girlfriend Shelby and my training team and it should suite me well in this war tonight. Even though my background style is grappling I am equally excited to showcase my hard hitting striking and wreck this Columbian BITCH at her own game. She is cocky, mouthy and bold and that makes me want to not only beat her but I want to ruin her mind body and soul. What better way then controling the fight at her own game. She will be broken emotionally before the end of the first round then I will  physically and mentally taunt her once I decide to take it to the ground.
Earbuds in as I sit solitaire in the locker room focusing on nothing but this fight. My head trainer comes in and signals to me. Pulling my buds out she says " It's time Summer" I stand and pull the belt around my American Flag cover up tight and slip into my Louis Vuitton Red 5 inch heels for the walk to the octagon. I am going to best this bitch at everything,  even sex appeal going to the cage. Making it through the double doors and I can hear the crowd and the smell of the Miami humid air when a spotlight from above hits me and locks on as I strut to toward the cage. I smile and blow a few kisses to the fans that are cherring a mix of chants  SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER, USA USA USA.  Taking several deep breaths and focus on my breathing techniques as I get closer and closer to the all white octagon! 

[JessJustWrecksYou]

U.S.A!!!
U.S.A!!!
U.S.A!!!

[Valeria]

All of the hype, arguing, tension, media conferences, weigh ins have come to a head. Tonight is the night that I get to make my MMA debut in this huge event. Not only do I get to showcase my grappling skills as I have logged relentless hours on the mats with my now ex body builder girlfriend Shelby and my training team and it should suite me well in this war tonight. Even though my background style is grappling I am equally excited to showcase my hard hitting striking and wreck this Columbian BITCH at her own game. She is cocky, mouthy and bold and that makes me want to not only beat her but I want to ruin her mind body and soul. What better way then controling the fight at her own game. She will be broken emotionally before the end of the first round then I will  physically and mentally taunt her once I decide to take it to the ground.
Earbuds in as I sit solitaire in the locker room focusing on nothing but this fight. My head trainer comes in and signals to me. Pulling my buds out she says " It's time Summer" I stand and pull the belt around my American Flag cover up tight and slip into my Louis Vuitton Red 5 inch heels for the walk to the octagon. I am going to best this bitch at everything,  even sex appeal going to the cage. Making it through the double doors and I can hear the crowd and the smell of the Miami humid air when a spotlight from above hits me and locks on as I strut to toward the cage. I smile and blow a few kisses to the fans that are cherring a mix of chants  SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER, USA USA USA.  Taking several deep breaths and focus on my breathing techniques as I get closer and closer to the all white octagon!

I've been in the business for a while now, certainly used to the whole feeling prior to a match, but despite that, it's a sensation I'll never have enough of. I might get past the nerves easier now, but the rest of it is something I live for. The tension, the thrill, the uncertainty... it had been a while since I had felt all these emotions in such a strong way. And it's all this PUTA Summer's fault. She's done enough to get me here, to this ecstasy, bringing the sass, the flare, and more importantly, the body to match mine.

My preparations for the fight are subtle, with the heavy part done the weeks leading to this moment. In my locker room there's no one but me and my head coach, who just watches from a distance as I do my usual ritual prior to a match, sitting in front of the mirror, looking deeply into my own eyes for several minutes, finally getting into the right mentality before I start doing my hair up in a high ponytail, asking her to come over and assist me with putting my gloves on as tight as possible, a pair of beautiful gauntlets emblazoned with the Colombian flag. "Done" she tells me with a stoic tone, but a warm smile right after, both knowing that's the signal it's my turn to make it into the arena. I step up looking at one side of my body on the mirror then the other, clad in a red sparkly robe that hugs to my figure perfectly.

Meanwhile, outside, after you're done with your little show, the lights go off and the crowd goes completely silent, giving the perfect cue for the clicking of my red Prada 5'' stiletto heels, and exactly when the clicking stops, the spotlight turns on, pointing towards me, standing proud and almighty, feeling at home as the crowd erupts for one of their favorite. "VAL! VAL VAL!" they go in sync with each step I take towards the octagon, completely enchanted by my presence. Reaching the steps to enter the dreadful cage, I kick my heels off as if they were nothing, removing the red, glittery robe to reveal my widely desired 5'4, 132 lbs. body in nothing more but a skimpy yellow sports bra and a matching thong, prideful of my flag, not only on my gloves, but one of its colors on my attire, and another covering my beautifully cured finger and toe nails in a glossy red.

With my entrance done, I do a full circle around the edge of the octagon, going especially slow while passing in front of you, waving to the fans before taking my corner and finally lock eyes with you from the opposite side of it, rolling my shoulders, doing small hops on the balls of my feet, ready for action.

[Doug S & Wife]

Holy Balls this is hot! I'm from the US but personally I think our girl is about to get a Columbian style beat down.  Valeria takes this easily.

[JumpSoHigh]

watching with growing interest from the side of the octagon, shades on....

[Bella Sexy Bitch]

After back and forth contest Valeria knocks summer out cold in a sweaty hot mess

[User1]

Having taken a seat in the public area I am very excited about this long anticipated battle of two top fighters.

Beeing unable to get my eyes away from their bodies making a sexy entrance I make up some first thoughts about what weapons they bring to this war.

Beginning from below both own well trained legs that could dish out deadly damage to a normal person, I wonder what would happen if they squeeze the others midsection with those crushers. Giving the slight edge in terms of leg power to Summer. Comparing their midsection it's vice-versa as Valerias midsection contains some slightly visible straight and lateral abdominal muscles while Summer just seems to have a sexy flat belly.

As they posed pre-fight Summer dominated Valeria in terms of back muscles as her back looks much wider and more powerful than Valerias. It rarely happens in such a fight but if Summer would be able to lift Valeria up on her back she may be able to break her body in seconds.

As I'm very amazed by their bodys I cannot give any indication whose arms are stronger, Valerias bicep looks more developed but none of them impresses me in this area.

In terms of sex symbols Valeria owns Summer with her slightly bigger and rounder ass and for sure her superior tits that surely gave this match a lot of additional spectators. Even if these assets are not giving any physical advantage Summer has to be careful jealousy does not overhelm her getting into doing some thoughtless moves in order for the wish to destroy these assets.

Judging their staredown contest in my oppinion it was a win for Summer as I think I was able to see the more piercing eyes of her angelic face pierce through Valerias sex filled gaze making her unable to hold the staredown for some short moments.

At this moment I'm not sure who will win, as I hold my vote back until one move or hit in the fight will convince me.

 

[MeganMuscleBarbie]

Oh! Who to vote for!!!

[JJTheWrestler]

I have heard rumblings of this for ages it seems like now.  My Twitter notifications have been going off the wall as I see the push notifications of their word against each other, calling each other out, verbally attacking one another like two top-tier fights should.  The promoters ran a contest for tickets to the weight in and I manage to grab a pair to see these dazzling beauties weigh in. There is something about two strong sexy women during a face off. 

As Summer comes over to weigh in the crowd applauds, and I applaud as well, not  sure who just yet to root for.  I have not heard of her before, but that does not mean a new up-n-comer can't take down a veteran of the cage, I have been on both sides of that battle.  As she makes weight I can see her powerful quads, "Damn this girl has legs!" I say with more than a whisper.  I clap along with the rest of the crowd.   

The Colombian hottie comes out next and it seems the crowd is electric for her.  There is no doubt this lady is one hell of a fighter as I have seen her previous fights...but something just seems amiss this time around.  Valeria makes weight and I roar with the crowd. 

The fighters make their last stingy comments to each other before being escorted into the back.  I can't even imagine the rolling tide of emotions that they must be going through, to see so much hatred - even McGregor would have to take a few lessons from these two ladies. 

With my weigh in tickets, I also have my tickets for the fight and I head into the arena and fight the front row seat of the all white cage.  I think I have made up my mind of whom I am going to root for, but either way, this should be a fight of the century!

I hear Summer entering in first and I have to root for my home country and her! "SUMMER! SUMMER! SUMMMER! USA USA USA!" I roar with the crowd as I see her walk down through the crowd to the cage. 

Valeria makes her entrance next and the roar of the crowd overwhelms the standing room only arena.  Hell, even I join in the chant "VAL! VAL! VAL!" as she runs around the cage. 

Quickly my mind looks over the two gorgeous fighters..."SUMMER! SUMMER! SUMMER!" I join back into the chant rooting for Summer!     

[RedForman]

Summer,

Looks like my vote tied this up.  Your strong looking thighs and world class glutes make you not only MY favorite for winning this match, but the woman that I would most like to apply a head scissors to me, bottomless!   

Watch out for Colombian women however.  They are beautiful, and they are known to fight dirty. 

Forever a fan,
RedForman

[Summer Rain]

I stand in my corner and mentally prepare for my debut in the cage as the lights go out and they introduce you. I purposely stay in my 5 inch Louis Vuitton heals and American Flag robe for your entrance.  I am towering at nearly 5'10 with my Louis on. Maybe it's mental warfare or maybe it's just me but I feel so confident and strong. My head coach standing behind me, putting the finishing touches on my hair as she pulls it up in a sculpted bun Then proceeds to rub my shoulders as you slowly  circle the pure white octagon and cage and finish with your gypsy show.
The referee calling us to meet in the center of the cage  and I slowly carefully strut  to face one last time before the eruption of savagery between us begins. I stare down at you still with my heels on, towering over you and before the referee gives us the final instructions I slowly slide my robe off letting it drop to my feet. The crowd finally gets to see what they have anxiously been waiting for as my 5'5 135lbs combat ready body is revealed. The audience errupts with approval as the gaze and admire my red thong that hugs every curve of my voluptuous stronger body especially tight to my strong hips. My white top clings to my solid 36 chest and back as I flex my biceps one last time and stepping foward showing of my white gloves with a embroidered American Flag in each.  I am making sure you understand the physical mass of power you are about to incur. With the ref between us he runs through the rules and sends us to our corners. Slowly I bend down picking up my robe and walk back to my corner.  Sliding out of my heels and hand them to my coach as she steps out and all I can hear is the door of the cage clink shut. Slowly swinging my arms and bouncing on the balls of my feet as we await for the sound of the bell.

[Valeria]

I stand in my corner and mentally prepare for my debut in the cage as the lights go out and they introduce you. I purposely stay in my 5 inch Louis Vuitton heals and American Flag robe for your entrance.  I am towering at nearly 5'10 with my Louis on. Maybe it's mental warfare or maybe it's just me but I feel so confident and strong. My head coach standing behind me, putting the finishing touches on my hair as she pulls it up in a sculpted bun Then proceeds to rub my shoulders as you slowly  circle the pure white octagon and cage and finish with your gypsy show.
The referee calling us to meet in the center of the cage  and I slowly carefully strut  to face one last time before the eruption of savagery between us begins. I stare down at you still with my heels on, towering over you and before the referee gives us the final instructions I slowly slide my robe off letting it drop to my feet. The crowd finally gets to see what they have anxiously been waiting for as my 5'5 135lbs combat ready body is revealed. The audience errupts with approval as the gaze and admire my red thong that hugs every curve of my voluptuous stronger body especially tight to my strong hips. My white top clings to my solid 36 chest and back as I flex my biceps one last time and stepping foward showing of my white gloves with a embroidered American Flag in each.  I am making sure you understand the physical mass of power you are about to incur. With the ref between us he runs through the rules and sends us to our corners. Slowly I bend down picking up my robe and walk back to my corner.  Sliding out of my heels and hand them to my coach as she steps out and all I can hear is the door of the cage clink shut. Slowly swinging my arms and bouncing on the balls of my feet as we await for the sound of the bell.

We're called towards the center of the arena, and I can't help but crack a smile as I notice you still wearing your robe to cover up your body, but more importantly, still clad in your stiletto heels, looking like a complete bimbo who doesn't respect the octagon the way it should be. To me, this is a sacred place, and it's totally getting on my nerves how a stupid rookie like you is tainting the tradition, just for the sake of a fragile ego.

We meet face to face, and I'm not insecure as to hide my face, confidently raising my chin to lock eyes with you. "Aww, poor little bitch isn't woman enough to do a face to face without a confidence boost? What a fucking pathetic excuse of a fighter you are, Summer. But don't worry, I'll make sure you don't ever have to show your skanky face around here for a second time. Prepare for your debut and your retirement!" I threaten, standing proud, hands on my hips, basking on the roaring cheers of the amazing crowd that gathered tonight to witness your destruction.

The referee goes quickly through the rules, seemingly aware that we're not listening to whatever is coming out of his mouth. We're both completely focused on one another's eyes, but at least makes sure to make us snap out of it when he's finally done, ordering us to go back to our corners, standing there, waiting for you to retreat first, standing my ground for longer than you can, before finally making my way to my side of the ring, where my head trainer puts my mouth guard in place and wishes me a great fight. She knows I don't need luck.

* DING! DING! *

The bell finally rings and I spring out of my corner as the crowd goes completely insane, rallying us forward to give them the best fight they've ever seen. They want to see great action from the very beginning, and I don't plan to defraud them. "Come here, zorrita!", I taunt as we enter punching range, leading with my left in an orthodox stance, nimble on the balls of my feet, circling to the left, head bobbing, moving in as I take the initiative, knowing I'm the striker here and you're just waiting for us to go down, peppering repeated fast left jabs aimed at your face, marking my ideal distance, keeping you at bay to avoid an early take down.

[User1]

The excitement starts to get to an unbearable point as I see both competitors getting ordered to the middle of the ring. Valeria looks somewhat derogatory at Summer as if her opponent had befouled some holy spot.

After some staredown the speakers are reproducing what Valeria is saying in the middle of the ring. The whole audience is shocked as Valeria honestly threatens Summer to end her career!!! The last words seem to echo around the whole building and in the minds of the audience "Prepare...for your debut...and retirement!".

The bell ringing solves my paralysed state, as I'm getting up to my feet, watching the start of an intense, unpredictable all out fight.