Your name is Harmony.
It is your 18th birthday, and you are very excited because
you are about to have your first professional fight!
You have always loved beating up other girls and have been
in plenty of scraps through your school years but this will be your first time
in a ring with spectators.
Your opponent is a lifelong enemy named Beth. Almost a year older than you she has defeated
you several times in after school fist fights and has even taken your boyfriend
from you more than once in your own bedroom.
At long last you mean to get revenge on the blonde haired slut.
You have both been standing in your respective corners,
waiting for your announcements to be made so you can begin the fight. You can’t
help feeling a little nervous as you stare across the small, squared circle at
your despised enemy. She glares back at
you with wide blue unblinking eyes.
“WELCOME TO THE POISON LAIR!” The voice crackles over the intercom and the
spectators cheer wildly.
“TONIGHT WE HAVE A SPECIAL GRUDGE MATCH! IN THIS CORNER….IN THE PINK PANTIES AND BRA….BETH!”
Wild cheers and applause explode out through the arena as your
foe is introduced.
“BETH IS 19 YEARS OLD AND IS UNDEFEATED! SHE HAS 27 WINS….0 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!”
The crowd continues cheering for their champion, and many of
them begin to chant Beth’s name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
The whole time she simply glares at you, her perfectly round
grapefruit sized breasts rise and fall steadily as she breathes. You can’t help but feel a little nervous as
you look at her, but this fear is almost completely overwhelmed by your absolutely
hatred of this sneering bitch. You can’t
wait to pound her face into a pulp.
“AND IN THIS CORNER….IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH PANTIES
AND BRA….HER OPPPONENT…..HARMONY!”
Your introduction is greeted with a cacophony of boos and
hisses.
“YOUR DEAD BITCH!”
“YOU ARE GONNA GET YOUR ASS KICKED LITTLE GIRL!”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE SLUMS, LOSER!”
You do your best to ignore the boos and taunts of the spectators. Soon you will demonstrate your superiority
over the blonde bimbo and their opinion of you will be changed dramatically.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL
FIGHT!”
The boos and insults die down to a low rumble as the wait
for the bell begins. The management at
the Poison Lair (and most Green Tower City venues in fact) LOVE to build
tension before a fight, especially when it’s between two long time
enemies.
Minutes pass. You
become conscious of your breasts rising and falling raggedly as you nervously inhale
and exhale.
More minutes pass.
The arena falls deathly silent and the tension in the air is palpable. You hop up and down, trying to keep your
nerves at bay. You make a slight
adjustment to the waistband of your panties.
All the time Beth has never stopped glaring icily straight across the
ring at you. You can’t wait to…
DING!
DING! DING!
WALK STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOUR OPPONENT
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