[*Alexa*]

My vicious slap snaps yer head violently to the side and yer whole body jerks and twitches. The slap is so fierce that the sound echoes through the Arena and the crowd is stunned silent. I have to smirk at the little whimper that escapes from you and the way yer eyes suddenly fill with tears. A faint imprint of my palm appears on yer cheek and I have to wring my hand which is stinging but not as much as yer cheek. You have the nerve to call me a “fucking BITCH” so I yank yer hair even harder.

I take a few steps closer to the padded black wall still holding you by the hair. I plant my feet as I get ready to fling you into the wall but you grab at my wrist and forearm slashing and tearing at them with yer claws. I let out a gasp as yer nails break the skin marking my arm up with angry red scratches. Now it’s my turn to call you a “fucking BITCH’! Yer reaching clawing fingers move in and suddenly grab my throat. My eyes go wide and I gasp as you start to squeeze. The look of anger and hate on yer face scares me a bit but I don’t panic even though yer grip is tightening.

I keep a hold of yer hair with my left hand and grab yer wrist with my right. Then I lift my left foot up a few inches and bring my heel down on the top of yer right foot just hard enough to make you loosen the grip on my neck. I pull yer hand off and finally am able to use yer hair to whip you into the wall. By luck you hit the wall right in front of yer sexy girlfriend Tasha. I follow you as you start to slide down to the mat. You grab at the wall to stay on yer feet. Tasha leans over and gets in my face calling me a bitch and screaming at me to back off. I yell at her to shut up and give her a hard slap across the face knocking her backwards. Then I turn my attention back to you, ready to pour on some more punishment. 

[##catfightWATCHA413]

Voted,. And from what the vote poll shows right now the one whom isit the lead  well, she isn’t the one I voted for but it is the story to be told that counts and so far, it sounds well done

[Emmapins123]

Though it might not show it but Alexa is kicking Emilias ass all over this place! Great poll!

[Emilia_da_ass]

My cheek is in a stinging agony at the slap, I can even feel how red it's gone, and the imprint of your paw on it, leaving large welts where your fingers impacted upon my upper cheek. I'm trying to blink the tears out of my eyes after such an impact, instinctively throwing my hands at you just to try and get some respite from the onslaught that you've now built up. I manage to rake up your arms and get my hands around your throat for a split second, digging in my claws as I try to choke the life form you, but it doesn't last. You slam your heel down on my right foot, and I wail, lifting it in response, and allowing you to then turn and throw me towards the wall. I crash into the mats hard, right in front of Tasha, and as I struggle to stand for a second, gripped to the wall panting and holding back tears, you come marching over.

Tasha gets in your face, leaning over the top of me, hissing and scathing at you, and you slap her, you just slap her! You fucking bitch! No one does that to Tasha! I'm enraged now, beyond belief, and as you bring your eyes back to me, I plan on enacting sweet revenge for my GF's cheek! My right foot is still hovering in the air, and using the wall for support, I slam my heel into the front of your left knee, trying to buckle it backward and send you sprawling in agony. It connects beautifully, and the sound jar of your entire body is shocking as your eyes bulge in un-fathomable pain. "No one! Slaps! Tasha!" I hiss as you, launching from the wall now throwing my entire body weight at you as you stand paralyzed for just a second.

[*Alexa*]

I smirk as I watch Tasha stagger backwards holding her cheek. When I turn my focus back to you I see you still standing, holding the wall, with a look of total rage and fury on yer face. Oh shit, I think to myself just as yer foot slams into my left knee, the heel smashing into bone. I let out an agonized scream as excruciating pain shoots through my leg.

The impact sends me back a couple steps as my leg buckles and I fight to stay on my feet. But you have other plans. You let out a primal yell "No one! Slaps! Tasha!" and launch yerself at me. You slam into me, yer shoulder driving into my chest, pitching me backwards and I hit the mat hard on my back with a loud thud. The impact takes my breath away, I let out a loud "UNNNNHHH" and I lie there stunned and disoriented for a second with you on top of me keeping me down on the mat. I know I'm in big big trouble if I don't get you off me but I can't catch my breath, the horrible pain in my knee is making the tears stream from my eyes, I'm gasping and crying, and it's hard to think... I need time to recover! I start to squirm and struggle a bit but yer weight is pressing down. "Get ... off ... me... bitch!"

[Emilia_da_ass]

Your agonized scream silences the crowd in shock, watching as you wobble on your legs as my heel collides with your knee, the sound sickening. The look of utter pain on your face... brings me a shameful sense of pleasure that I choose to indulge in, smirking at you, sneering at you as I rise, hobbling slightly on my sore foot. You stumble back slightly, almost delusional from the pain as I scream at you, and throwing as much weight as I can through my undamaged foot, I launch towards you, slamming myself shoulder-first into your chest, and sending us both sprawling towards the floor as the crowd once again erupts into cheers.

We hit the mat with an echoing thud, the air knocked from our lungs respectively, both of us stunned, groaning and breathless. I recover somewhat quicker, however, having not also dealt with being crushed as well. You begin squirming and struggling beneath me, hissing for me to get off of you, but I intend on doing no such thing! Instead, I loop my hands through your hair, sinking my nails into your scalp and lifting your head off the mat. "Fuck you bitch!" I scream, before driving the back of your head into the mat beneath you brutally, repeating the process over and over again.

[Rachel The Tiny Titan]

Here she goes!!! The crowd is about ready to see the queen put on the greatest show on earth!!! Finish her Em!!!!

[GiGi Bunny]

I am not sure there are words to adequately describe Emilia and what she is doing here so I will go with Wow! Just Wow!

[*Alexa*]

Yer body presses down on mine pinning me to the mat. You push down with all yer weight, yer oversize tits flatten mine. You quickly reach around the back of my head and pull off my hair tie undoing my ponytail. You grab my hair with both hands getting a tight grip, my dark hair twisted and snarled through yer fingers, while you cruelly dig yer nails into my scalp. I cry out from the sharp stinging pain as you twist them in deeper. Then you pull my head up from the mat and start slamming it back into the mat over and over. OMG, I cannot believe you would get so worked up just because I slapped a bitch in the face!

The crowd reacts with every slam, some even doing a count each time the back of my head hits the mat. Even though the mat is thickly padded the constant pounding hurts like hell and I’m starting to get dizzy and light headed. My eyes are clenched shut but that doesn’t stop me from start wildly flailing my fists at you trying to hit you wherever I can. My heels thump the mat as I keep trying to twist my body as much as possible hoping to squirm my way out from under you. “Damn you bitch… get … off … me!!”

[Emilia_da_ass]

Sitting atop you, raining bloody mary through your scalp as the crowd continues to cheer, and count with me as I batter your skull against the mat. Seeing red, I can only picture the instant you slapped Tasha! It's driving me with rage and anger. Slap me of course, we're fighting! But to slap Tasha! No one slaps her and gets away with it. The crowd manages to reach 7... 8... 9 when you finally manage to put up some sort of defense.

You begin flailing your fists in my general direction, catching a first glancing blow against my shoulder with little effect, your second just skimming the side of my face as you work on your aim with your eyes clenched shut. The third connects with my jaw, stunning me slightly as I pause my assault shocked, and the fourth is a clean connection as you open your eyes.

That clean shot, although not hard due to your own disorientation, knocks me from on top of you, and we end up side to side on the mat, as you attempt to roll onto me, and I do you, locking ourselves into a catball as our limbs entangle, arms cross one another, legs intertwine, and eyes shoot daggers at each other as we fight for the top position. I desperately work on grabbing at your thigh with my own, and working locking my legs around it at the ankles to crush, knowing you knee will struggle to amply the same lock due to the strain from the earlier kick.

[*Alexa*]

I feel my fists hit you a couple of times and open my eyes as I swing again. My vision is blurry because of tears in my eyes and because of the fierce pounding in my brain. But I see yer face clear enough to send a looping punch to yer right cheekbone, not as hard as I would want, but hard enough to make you slide off me onto yer left side. You let go of my hair and I pull my head back and away from you. My head is swimming and I lie there for a bit, disoriented and dizzy. Yer arms grab at me and roll me on my right side facing you. I have to fight back, I can't just lie here and let you beat on me!

So I grab at you too and we pull our bodies together in like a mutual bear hug. Both of us hurting... me more than you though, both of us sweaty and gasping, Our flailing legs snake and entwine together. I'm trying to maneuver my legs to attempt to scissor your leg and feel you trying the same thing. Our eyes lock again and I hiss out "Yeah I slapped Tasha! Now it's yer turn!!" I throw a left hand slap to yer right cheek, in my weak condition there isn't much power behind it but yer cheek is already sore so it's hard enough to make you gasp and wince. Then yer eyes narrow and I brace myself knowing what's probably coming.

[Emilia_da_ass]

Both of us are now tangled together, locked in a seemingly never-ending cycle of slapping, squeezing, bitching and assaulting one another. Our hair is a tangle around our faces as our legs lock, stomachs pressed together, but tits arched apart, giving us space to glare at one another, trading insults, bitchy taunts, and when you slap my right cheek... slaps. The ensuing bitchfight that follows shocks the crowd, as instantly, I fire back with my right hand, slapping at your cheek, as it echos through the room as yours did.

Both of us now are enraged at the other, and it shows, as, without hesitation, the slapping tirade begins, both of us rattling off as many as we can manage, aiming for the face, cheek, tits, side... anything that we can hit. You land a few nasty blows that make me cry out and wince, connecting with my jaw and breasts, but as do I, and soon I notice your pace slowing... or it is your accuracy fading, as I try and take control, hoping to pivot over you in his traded slapfight.

[*Alexa*]

The crowd is totally quiet as we lie there on the mat locked together trading slaps. The only noise in the Arena is the sound of our palms on skin along with the gasps and cries on impact and our labored breathing. Every time you slap me makes me more angry and I use the little energy I have left to slap you back. But before I know it you land another one. There are red marks on my face, my breasts, my shoulders, my neck.

I try to keep pace with you but yer non stop assault is taking its toll on me. Yer legs finally scissor my leg - the one with the sore knee - and that's another pain I have to deal with. One of yer slaps hits me flush on my ear and I let out a little whimper. Now my ear is ringing along with the pounding headache. My arm feels so heavy, I can barely lift it. The last slap I throw barely has enough power to brush across yer cheek and my arm drops. I slide it back to me and try to cover up my face so you won't hit me any more.

[Emilia_da_ass]

Slowly, I can feel myself gaining an advantage, as your slaps grow weaker and weaker, your competitive edge dissolving as I work against you, raining down hellfire in an endless barrage against you. The moment you slapped Tasha still clear in my head, driving me like a raging bull through a red blanket. "I'm going to make you fucking pay!" I hiss at you, as you now try and cover-up, whimpering like a wounded animal.

I begin to move in for the kill, flicking myself up onto you once more now, still raining down slaps as you try and defend yourself. There is a fresh surge of energy that flows through me as I take up a position on top, still assaulting your guard from above now. I'm looking to really start to demolish you now, and as you cover up your face, I aim for your tits, throwing a brutal right hook into the side of your left tit, before slamming my left fist into your solar-plexus.

[*Alexa*]

I have my face covered but you continue to smack me over and over, like yer adrenaline went into overdrive or something. The slaps keep coming and I can't do much to stop them except try to cover up and block them. Every time I try to return a slap at you, you swat my hand down before I get halfway there. Suddenly the slapping stops and I feel you roughly roll me onto my back. I wipe the tears from my eyes as you straddle me and start a new slapping attack. My arm is draped over my face so it's taking the brunt of the blows.

So you switch yer target to my pert tits, taking turns smacking first the left and then the right. I can hear some giggling from the crowd as you have yer fun. I start thrashing my body under you and cover my tits with my other arm. I try to buck up but you bounce yer big booty down on my crotch sending me prone to the mat again. Then you throw a vicious right hook into the side of my left tit making me scream as my body jerks. The giggles turn to shocked gasps. I'm sobbing now and I know I have to do something to try to escape. Not fight back, I can't. So I plant my feet and get ready for one final buck up knowing my energy tank is practically empty. This is my last chance. But you don't let me take it. Before I can thrust my hips you drive yer left fist deep into my solar plexus. My eyes go wide, my body stiffens, the last of my breath whooshes out of my mouth and my arms and legs collapse flopping on the mat. I lie there wheezing, gasping and sobbing with you on top of me with a furious pissed off look on yer face.