[*Alexa*]

It’s been a while since my epic series of battles in the Pit with blonde bitch Bridgette (gotta love alliteration!) came to an end. I’ve spent the weeks since then getting my mind and body ready for a return to action. Well, that day has come. I’m ready to fight again. As luck or fate would have it, who should call me that very same day but the owner of the luxury Penthouse Arena? Before he could even say a word, I told him I was ready to return to the Pit and for him to find me a new victim.

He told me that he already had a tough fighter wanting to make her debut in the Pit. Said her name is Emilia and she’s looking to make a name for herself. I said "Set it up! And tell her that her name is gonna be ‘loser’ when I’m done with her!"

So he set up the fight. Emilia and I met in the executive office to sign the contract. We took an immediate dislike to each other trading insults before we even sat down. We both signed the contract for the fight to take place in the black padded Pit with the pink matted floor in the Arena of the Penthouse. As always in the Pit, it will be a barefoot catfight in bikinis in front of a crowd with a clear definite winner and clear definite loser.

EMILIA: 5'6, 125 lbs                ALEXA: 5'4, 125 lbs

This is going to be an interactive poll. We will both be posting our moves during the poll like a fight log.

Vote, watch the intense action, leave plenty of comments, cheer on yer favorite, have fun!!

[charlie41]

Emilia  wins this !

[neofiyte]

Alexa is triumphant!

[Emilia_da_ass]

'The Pit' as it was known was not something someone stumbled upon by mistake, those who knew of its existence would've been specifically seeking something such as it out, and that I was. I'd discovered the Pit during its usage as the battlegrounds between two sexy chicks, Bridgette and Alexa, and had instantly been clear in making my intentions known for entering such a prestigious arena. Obviously, however, such matches are earnt, not granted, and I had to endure a trek in behind the scenes matches that led me to a potential contract, all the while falling more and more in love with the world as the Pit became the place of Bridgette's triumph in the best of three over Alexa.

When I finally got the call I'd been dreaming of for a while now, I couldn't believe my luck... it can take fighters months, even years to reach a formal contract for the Pit, but to have done so in only a matter of weeks, there must be a wheel in motion elsewhere. I jumped at the opportunity before I'd even known whom was to be my opponent.

Upon signing, having revealed my foe to be Alexa, the bitch that got trampled last time, there was no love lost between us instantly, verbally at one another's throats before the contract had been agreed. This was to be my debut, and an old broken has been was not going to ruin my fun.
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A week passed since the signing of the contract and fight night came rolling around. Waking up in my own suite had been rejuvenating... had it not been for the butterflies I'd been battling all night. I had no idea what this experience would consist of, and I knew that going into it, my foe had first-hand experience in the plenty! Still, I'm not one to lay down without a fight and having spent most of the day anxiously trying to relax on the couch, or swimming in the provided pool the time was coming for me to take this as the opportunity it was, and suit myself up.

Toweling down back in my suite now, my one piece dripping, I'm required to present myself in an appropriate bikini for this encounter, which suits me just fine, I've never been one to not enjoy an opportunity to show off. Kitting myself out in a tight-fitting red two-piece bikini, destined to give the crowd something to drool over as we wait to get it on, I admire myself in the reflection of an outlooking window, adjusting my high sitting ponytail, and tweaking the bikini top and its coverage of my breasts, ensuring not only ample cleavage but ample underboob is equally visible. Now... all that waits is to make my entrance and come face to face with the old-timer as the new entrant to the scene.

[Doug S & Wife]

I've been wating for this! Two of if not the best cyber fighters here. Big fan of Alexa but Emilia is unbelievable!

[*Alexa*]

After the contract was signed and the last insult was hurled and we both left the office after being nose to nose and breast to breast, having to be restrained from ripping into each other right there on the spot, I spent the following week finding out all I could about this newbie Emilia. I asked around, talked to a couple of her opponents and people who had witnessed her fights.

Yeah, okay, it’s true she’s not a half bad fighter and she managed to build herself an impressive record of wins. But, from what I could see, her opponents weren’t exactly what you would call “Arena caliber”. Now here she is, trying to make the jump from the minor leagues all the way up to the big time and the bitch is so full of herself that she thinks she is gonna use me as her stepping stone to get here!

I have to laugh when I think what Emilia’s reaction is going to be when she hits the bright lights of the Arena and looks around to see a full house of spectators all there to watch her get her big booty kicked all over the Pit. She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t get so nervous and rattled that she pees herself right then and there! I hope she doesn’t because nothing would give me more pleasure than to send the big mouthed newbie back to the minors where she belongs!
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The night of the fight is finally here. I woke up early in the luxurious suite, feeling right at home because it’s the same suite they always give me on Fight Night. Yeah, I have a slight case of the nerves but that’s always to be expected before a big fight in the Arena. I spend the morning doing my yoga in my suite, clearing my mind of all the memories of my fights with Bridgette, focusing only on Emilia and tonight. I stay in my room all day, not wanting any distractions as I get ready. After a very light lunch and a relaxing lie down, I lay out my fighting bikini on the bed and loosen up with some stretches. Then I strip down and pad to the bathroom for a steaming hot shower.

I towel off and pull my dark hair back into a loose ponytail before slipping on my silver and black bikini. I check out my toned dancer’s body in the full length mirror, adjusting my top so my pert firm breasts fit nice and snug while revealing just enough to give my fans something to stare at and drool over. I nod and smile at my reflection, take a deep breath and open the suite door, stepping out barefoot into the hallway for the long walk to the Pit.   

[Fightspectator]

Oh my!!!!! This is gonna be a good one. Have an idea but I am going to wait to place my vote. Two hot hot hot women!

[#Bridgette#]

Hey Cool!!! A fight to determine the "Runner Up Reward"! I mean I did beat Alexa twice in "The Pit" so that makes me the champ right? Just sayin! Exciting Match Up with you two. Believe me I will be attentively watching. 

[Emilia_da_ass]

The sound of the crowd erupting through the double doors in front of me is deafening, and will easily be the biggest crowd I've ever fought in front of. But I'm not one prone to stage fright, never have been, and could never afford to be with a figure such of mine, which I showed off with pride constantly. I'm held currently though, the large oak doors into the pit menacing in their appearance, with large locking apparatuses imprinted into both, obviously meant to ensure that whatever happens in the pit, remains in the pit until it's run its course! On the other side of the doors, however, there is chanting, an uproar, an increase in the atmosphere that seems set as if to splinter the doors apart in front of me... the Pit must now be lit, and the crowd anxiously awaiting the participants.

Now slowly, the large doors begin to open towards me, and bright artificial lights flood through the room I was waiting in, lit from the Pit itself, casting every shadow directly down, and leaving not an inch of the room in shade or darkness. The grand spectacle of such an environment from the other side of the spectators stand cannot be understated. With all eyes cast upon me, there is nowhere to hide, nor should there be. There is no detail that is left unfinished or forgotten in this space, no position hidden from the spotlights, and I intend to bask in all of it for as long as I can.

As I make my way into the arena, the light shimmering off of my slightly damp blonde ponytail, glistening across my red two-piece and the fine layer of sweat the sits upon my breasts and abs, the roaring atmosphere falls almost silent... although only for me, lost in the moment. The crowd is going nuts, as I fill space in front of them, staring across at the other door. The sound of blood rushing through my body is heard by me alone, seemingly drowning out all else around me... just the rapid, methodical thudding as I wait in anticipation.

I stand on the mark left for me, just a small imprinted circle on the floor in the pit, barely noticeable from the spectator's position, but one that indicates to me an equal point from the wall behind me, where my door slams closed, and the following thud confirms the locks in place and the center of the pit itself. Forced now to wait having made my entrance, and lost myself in the grandeur of the moment to make a serious spectacle of myself, there is another natural silence that befalls the room, as the doors on the opposite end are yet to open.

[GiGi Bunny]

This is some good stuff!!! I think Alexa might be in way over her head.

[*Alexa*]

I make the long walk from my suite to the Pit just like I’ve done three times already. I move quickly, taking long purposeful strides, my bare feet making a light thwapping sound with every step I take along the cold Italian marble tiled floor. I stop in front of the large ornate heavy oak doors with the intricate carved designs that lead into the Pit. I breathe deeply and evenly, my eyes closed, barely hearing the roar of the crowd inside the Arena. From the sound of their reaction, I know that my opponent is already inside. She’s probably freaking out like a deer caught in the headlights, I think to myself with a small smirk.

Suddenly I hear a loud metallic clank of a large bolt sliding open. Then with an ominous creaking noise, the oak doors slowly begin opening towards me. I have to take a couple steps back as they swing open all the way. From past experience I know to lower my gaze to the floor and shade my eyes with my hand so I’m not blinded by the sudden flood of bright lights washing over me as I enter through the door and step out onto the padded pink mats of the Pit.

As my eyes adjust to the lights I look around as I stride along the perimeter of the black padded wall. Out of the corner of my eye I see Emilia in her red bikini standing on the other side of the Pit, facing me. Our eyes meet for an instant and then I turn my back to her and move to the blood red colored circle on the mat, the spot assigned to me. My familiar spot. The heat from the dazzling bright lights and the tense excitement of the upcoming fight have already coated my body with a light sheen of perspiration. 

Even though the crowd is buzzing loudly and most of the sound is a jumbled blur, I can make out a familiar voice directly behind me. “You’ve got this, Lex!! You can beat this rookie!! You’re a winner!! Bridgette got LUCKY!!”

“Yeah, Bridgette got lucky but Emilia won’t!” I mutter under my breath as I roll my neck, windmill my arms, and bob up and down on my toes waiting impatiently for the announcer to make the introductions. I face you and look you over from head to toe, studying you, checking for any weaknesses I can take advantage of. Then I lock eyes with you one more time, as I clench and unclench my fingers itching to sink them into your ratty blonde mop.

[Emilia_da_ass]

The door behind you seals shut, and in unison, both doors create an echoing boom as their locks seal them closed, and the air seems to grow crispier in them doing so. The A/C high above keeping the room cool, promoting a more comfortable spectating environment, but also to help provoke the fighters further... stiffening nipples and providing a cold environment as we stare one another down. It takes a split second for my mind to bounce back to the contract signing... the bitter exchange of words... the catty underhanded remarks... the staredown... our foreheads pressed... and then being pulled apart before either of us can do anything... All that rage building back up in a snapped instant.

Watching you parade around the perimeter of the arena, your silver and black bikini rippling in the light as you walk, showing off your dancer physique, I regret not basking in the limelight more myself... forced to watch you strut as if on a catwalk... "Enjoy the walk now..." I mutter to myself as you head to your position on the mats... "It'll be the crawl of shame for you after!" I hiss out, staring daggers at you roll your neck, muttering at me yourself.

Staring across the ring at you, I do my best to remain cool, not get enraged or overly aggressive off the line, instead, trying to remain calm and level-headed, as the background cheering and jeering come to a close, and a loud booming voice rattles the Pit, as an unseen announcer rattles off a list of facts, stats and varies of other pointless information to either myself or my bitch... uh, foe.

In just over the longest minute of my life, I can finally feel the spiel coming to a close, and as the announcer signs off, the crowd picks back up immediately, and the unseen gong echos throughout the arena, signaling the start of what is to be a war of attrition between the 'has-been-once-upon-a-time' and the 'up-and-comer-set-to-rule-the-scene'.

[couples compete]

I don't know that there is a better body out there that competes eith Emilias but Alexa has the experience on her. Go Alexa!!!

[^Megan^]

I settle in next to Bridgette as Emilia and Alexa enter the ring. I slyly look at my sexy alpha wife “This should be interesting”.

[*Alexa*]

I’ve heard all this before… the announcer’s voice blaring loudly over the PA system informing everyone of our vital and not so vital statistics and all that stuff, and doing a great job hyping the crowd to cheer and whoop at the top of their lungs. Being through this three times already, I know exactly what’s going to be said pretty much by heart and can say it along with the announcer if I wanted to.

Instead I tune it out and focus on you as you stand on the mat directly across from me. I take it all in – yer eyes glaring at me, the look of determination on yer face, yer tight firm strong sexy body tense and ready for action. Well so am I, bitch, and I’ll match my body against yers any day of the week without hesitation because I am totally confident I can take you. I hope you are ready for the battle of yer life because that’s what you are going to get, along with a beating you’ll remember the rest of yer life!

The PA suddenly goes silent. The crowd noise lowers and slowly dies down. Everyone is quiet, waiting, expectant. It’s so silent all I can hear is the sound of my quickened breathing as I feel my heart racing, like a leopard ready to pounce into action.

And then it happens. The gong sounds, echoing all through the Arena. The signal to go to war. I step off my mark and start to slowly move at you, raising my arms up. I half expect you to pull a stupid rookie move by blindly and recklessly charging at me. But you don’t. I’ve got to say I’m impressed a little. Okay, you know what you’re doing. As these thought race through my mind we are moving closer and closer, circling a bit, watching each other, as the crowd stays quiet waiting to explode the instant we tear into each other.