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**Content Warning: NSFW – Sex, violence, and nudity. All at the same time. **

(It’s wet MMA in Beat, Prey Love. Come on now. Be fr.)

“Aight, so... I'll go easy on you. We'll keep it light, have some fun, shoot some saucy content and-”

“Wait, what the fuck? Why would you go easy on me?” The feisty blonde interrupted. “You got fucking destroyed by that short nerdy Black girl and then Vivian kicked your ass the next time. Neither of them are even that scary. You lose to losers: I should be the one offering to take it easy on you, red.”

Kathy Liu had to stop herself from gawking. “You know, Flor says I might be on the spectrum, but even I'm not that bad at reading people...” She wasn't sure if McKenzie had heard her or not; the freckled blonde wasn't a great listener at the best of times. But McKenzie Booth or “Combat Keigh” as the Beat, Prey Love audience knew her, had other skills. Blessed with soft, extremely bountiful curves and a round, cute face, the 5'5” Tennessee native was a reliable draw for a few reasons.

Kathy and the BPL audience recognized two big, heavy reasons in particular.

“That's perfect then. Just come at me 100%: I want you to kick my ass and humiliate me; really put it on me, OK?” The invitation was utterly facetious; Kathy could not include “accomplished martial artist” alongside any honest description of McKenzie. But the stubborn, buxom blonde blamed each loss on her unimpressive record on factors beyond her control. Tonight Kathy intended on being one of those factors.

The pair climbed into the boxing ring in the middle of the gym and stood in opposing corners, waiting for the fight to begin in earnest. The crowd was large enough to pack the gym's bleachers, she observed. Good. These fights were fun, to be sure, but what use was making content if it didn't draw fans?

When both fighters agreed that they were ready, the referee called them to the center of the ring. “Kelsey Drama,” black roots visible in her dyed orange hair, was at once a fiction and a very real part of Kathy. Her raunchy streaming persona had transitioned seamlessly to a world of raunchy, wet fights where sex and violence commingled. Her black, pleated athletic skirt only partially covered her curvy ass. The green bandeau top stretched against her chest was printed with “BPL,” the initials of her promotion, on the front.

Kathy Liu was a college student. Kelsey Drama was a poster child for controversy, sensuality, and violence.

Combat Keigh sized her up, vicious grin lighting up her peach colored face. The 5'10 Kelsey Drama smiled down at her.

“Alright! Kelsey Drama! Combat Keigh! If y'all are ready, let's get it on!”

The bell rang, the crowd cheered and the two pressed chest to chest. Kathy reached behind her opponent and cupped Keigh's ass in the palms of her fingerless MMA gloves. She could feel the shorter woman standing on her tiptoes to kiss her. The audience wooped their approval as the two women met in a kiss, hands gliding across each other other's curves. Keigh felt as thick as she looked, with real heft to her hips and torso. Keigh's massive bust squished against the streamer's toned abs as they kissed. Keigh's kisses were as aggressive as the rest of her, with an overeager tongue that pushed into Kelsey's mouth too early and too often. Kelsey moved her hand up behind the blonde's head and tilted it until she could more easily suck on Keigh's lip. She let her tongue dance, teasing and taunting the younger woman. Kissing was a skill, and her smoldering relationship with a woman on her dorm floor had only made her more eager to practice.

The two combatants stood there, locked in the sultry embrace that began wet MMA matches at Beat, Prey, Love. Kelsey felt the growing warmth in her chest, the tingle between her thighs, the familiar pleasure of sharing heat and contact and affection. It was intoxicating.

But Combat Keigh was drunk on it.

The kittenish streamer felt the shorter woman swoon, felt her knees buckle for an instant before the blonde college student regained her composure. Combat Keigh tried to break their kiss and pull back for air but found no reprieve. Kelsey pushed their lips together again until the shorter woman flailed. When Kelsey finally relented, Keigh pulled back too hard and fell onto her ass. The pratfall drew cheers and laughter from the audience, and Beat, Prey, Love's proprietor and most committed showman prepared to put on a performance.

“C'mon loser. I love rolling around with cute girls, but they usually at least try to punch me first.” Kelsey said with a devilish grin. She patted the blonde on her head, rustling Combat Keigh's messy bangs and pigtails before Kelsey lightly ground her hips against the curvy southerner's head.

“I'm gonna do more than just try!” Combat Keigh said, pushing Kelsey away and rising to her feet.

Kelsey Drama waved her in, slowly circling the shorter woman in the center of the ring. Long and limber, the edgy streamer intended to keep this Southern nuisance at bay until Combat Keigh decided she was a lover, not a fighter. When her opponent charged, Kelsey played matador, catching Combat Keigh with a jab before slipping to the side. She pawed at the shorter, younger fighter, casual punches and kicks intended to test reflexes and responses. Data collection. The first punch caught Combat Keigh flush and briefly froze her. The second landed on her arms as she covered up.

Kelsey Drama lacked the force or volume to cower Keigh into timid compliance, instead the peach toned Tennessee native pushed into range and threw a flurry of punches. Kelsey bobbed and weaved through them, absorbing a few light impacts on her arms and abs as she slid to the left and away from the corner.

“Maybe try... hitting me?” She teased.

An insulted Keigh charged again, hands lower this time as if to grapple her. Kelsey stepped up and used every inch of her 5'10 frame to throw a long, straight kick that cruised over Keigh's lowered gloves. The ball of her foot slammed into Combat Keigh's chest and stopped her in her tracks. The blonde winced and gasped Kelsey Drama followed up with a long, hard kick that slammed into the blonde's calf.

“Let's go shortstack. I thought you were gonna make this look easy?” She teased.

“Shut up! I'm gonna make you look easy,”

The two women iterated on this initial encounter: Combat Keigh's height disadvantage and limited footspeed made approaching the nimble streamer difficult, and Kelsey relished each opportunity to demonstrate the difference in their accuracy, speed, and footwork. Keigh surged forward in bursts of action, but their fight took place at the range where Kelsey wanted it and she repeatedly tagged the overconfident blonde with punches and kicks thrown from farther than Keigh could retaliate. And when Kelsey wasn't hitting her in the ribs, she was ribbing her with jokes, teasing and encouraging the younger woman to make good on her pre fight boasts. Keigh finally scored on a very nice punch combo, but Kelsey pulled her to the mat in their next exchange and gave the wilting blonde some unwelcome affection before pulling away, dramatically savoring the taste of her opponent's mouth, lips and neck. Kelsey Drama refused to finish a fight so quickly but she couldn't resist demonstrating her superiority to audience and opponent alike.

Combat Keigh chased a takedown of her own but a stiff kick collided with her cheek and wobbled her. The streamer wrapped up her struggling quarry, nuzzling her in a clinch that wasn't strictly violent.

“You're my favorite fucking loser, you know that?” Kelsey said, just loud enough for the front row of fans to hear. She snuggled the blonde, pulling Keigh's face against her hefty pair. “Get your rest, Keigh; you're about to need it.”

She repeatedly drove her fist into Keigh's unprotected side, cradling her blonde head with the other arm. From this distance she couldn't generate the torque necessary to knock anyone out, but the punches hurt all the same, and they elicited the desired response: The sorority member moaned and flailed but didn't collapse. Their bodies pressed together in sweaty embrace, the sorority member struggled, until she broke free. Kelsey grabbed her again, greeting her with a sloppy kiss. When Keigh finally escaped that indignity, the rangy streamer looped her leg behind her victim and tripped her to the mat. The younger woman reached for anything to keep her standing and tugged on Kelsey's skimpy tube top. The black and green bandeau didn't rip but it did slide down her torso, baring Kelsey's bouncing breasts to the audience and the camera.

Kelsey covered her chest with her arm, feigning scandal for a moment before shrugging and pulling the top up and over her head completely. What was the point of advertising a wet fight if no one got naked or wet? The crowd cheered as Kelsey Drama smacked her ass and wiggled her hips for their amusement.

“Let's go blondie. I'm not done wringing you dry.”

On her ass for the second time in the match, the freckled braggart lacked some of the boisterous confidence she'd started with. What remained was indignant insecurity: a woman embarrassed but not yet beaten. Kelsey Drama looked down at her and thought she saw Keigh recognizing that victory was slipping from her grasp.

“No, now it's my turn!” The blonde snapped, rising onto shaky legs.

Kelsey hesitated for a moment too long and couldn't react in time to prevent Keigh's burst of action turning into a takedown, her first successful one of the night. Combat Keigh lay across her torso, vengeance in her blue eyes. Kathy winced as the scrappy blonde scrambled to hit her and climb on top of her at the same time, and she grabbed the waistband of Keigh's already unbuttoned skimpy denim short shorts. Keigh managed half of a submission attempt and a few solid knees and elbows before settling on an sensual approach that Kelsey Drama found much more agreeable. The sensation of steamy wet mouth on nipples stiffened by the chilly gym air sent an immodest shiver through Kelsey as she lay pinned on her back.

Combat Keigh had finally done something besides flail and absorb punishment. Kelsey was almost impressed. The blonde pushed her advantage, tongue trailing a wet trail from the streamer's chest towards the beltline of her skirt. Kelsey leaned into the sudden reversal, content to let the little loser lead their dance: this didn't need to be any more of a one-sided dismantling than it already had been, and she longed to see if what the southern belle had learned during her current losing streak against anyone in Beat Prey Love's gold or diamond divisions. Combat Keigh shifted now, crawling on top of her foe and pressing her hand between Kelsey's thighs. The streamer eschewed underwear during her matches; Keigh's aggression was about to lead her towards a soft, steamy prize.

“Y'all ready for me to fuck her? I'm not stopping till she screams louder than y'all do!” Keigh yelled before pressing her face against the streamer's hot sex.

Kelsey smiled at the boast and bided her time, listening as the crowd's loyalties turned and they cheered Combat Keigh's success. The streamer moaned, slightly exaggerating the sensation of Keigh's tongue against her lips. It was nice not to have to do all the work sometimes. When she lifted her legs straight up, the blonde didn't move. Kelsey sighed, half from the pleasure and half from the unfortunate realization that her favorite grappling dummy still hadn't learned to recognize danger.

Their reversal was sudden and severe: Kelsey's legs tightening like a snare trap around Combat Keigh's neck and arm, those same legs rolling both women over, and then finally turning Keigh's prize into a prison as the experienced grappler sat up and sat on her opponent's face. Kelsey trapped the blonde between her thighs and the canvas, grinding slowly to emphasis the position.

“Auughhh fuck. Get off me!”

Keigh raged and flailed until her fury turned to whimpers. Her legs slapped harmlessly against the ring's canvas as the Asian American streamer luxuriated in her torment. One hand traced sensual curves up and down her own curves, kittenish expression promising more eroticism to come. Kelsey's other hand wandered along her opponent's soft torso, pulling her heaving breasts free of her loosened top before pulling at the knot itself. She tugged at Keigh's already unbuttoned shorts, tugging the denim down one hip. The task was made easier by her opponent's relative lack of hips.

Kelsey felt arousal rising inside her: a tightness in her body, a warmth spreading through her, and a yearning for physical touch and lewd sensations. She'd intended to prolong this beating, but riding a girl's face to orgasm was about as demonstrative a victory as you could manage in a wet fight.

Only the bell to end the first round saved Combat Keigh from the indignity of being Kelsey Drama's latest sexual conquest. The streamer reluctantly rose off of her opponent, tension and frustration clear on her flushed face.

“I was soooo close. Like... I was right there....” She moaned, thighs clenched together. “Damn. I guess I'll just have to fuck you next round.”

Her opponent yelled something at Kelsey, but the San Francisco native was more entertained by Combat Keigh yelling at the referee who'd reminded the blonde that any partially removed clothing had to be fully removed. The 30 seconds she'd spent tugging at the sorority member's top and shorts had ensured Keigh would start their second round devoid of either. Unfortunately for her, she was facing an opponent eager to put on a show at her expense.

The 10 minute first round hadn't been kind to Keigh's stamina, looks, or attitude. Kelsey watched the flushed blonde take long, slow breaths that only emphasized her massive bust. Her face and body both bore enough bruises and swelling that she'd have to make “you should see the other girl” jokes in class on Monday. Unfortunately for her, people could see the other girl. This match was being recorded after all.

Kelsey Drama came out of her corner grinning and bouncing. Her missing top necessitated a little less jumping around, but neither her opponent nor the fans would mind. The red-faced blonde met her near her own corner, clearly wishing that the one minute break had been longer. Kelsey took her time exhausting her outmatched opponent. Keigh's increasingly desperate lunges only gave Kelsey more opportunities to delight the crowd with creative applications of blue belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. She dragged her prey to the mats and had her way with her, wrapping his long, strong legs around Keigh's neck or aching ribs. Each surge, shove, and scramble was another chance to bend and stretch Keigh, another chance to drag practiced fingers across her sweat slicked skin or apply his eager mouth and tongue to the exciting work of drawing immodest moans from her opponent.

“This is where it gets fun, Keigh! You're so good at losing I'd swear you're starting to like it” She giggled, taking a moment to smile and preen for the camera ringside while her victim squirmed, immobilized and helpless.

The next three minutes of their second round were a gauntlet of near submissions and near orgasms. The shorter woman spent each torturous second held, squeezed, bent, folded, moaning, or dripping until she finally ran out of pride or composure.

“Fuck... just... fuck me already alright?” She conceded. She'd spent all but a few seconds of the round on the canvas courtesy of a streamer eager to show off her grappling prowess. Kelsey looked down and saw a woman exhausted and subdued.

“You win. Just... give them what they want or whatever...” Keigh gasped, hips still bucking from Kelsey's most recent exploration of her steamy, exhausted body. Sweat and saliva ran down her curves, puddling beneath her as she struggled and finally gave up trying to sit up.

“Hmmm.... since you asked so nicely. OK!” Kelsey Drama laughed. “You all heard her right? Anyone got any ideas? I'm taking requests.”

Kelsey stood up and left her victim on the canvas behind her. She listened for a few seconds, eyes darting between the crowd and the soggy puddle of woman she'd just dismantled and humbled. One idea caught her fancy, and she turned around to greet her victim. “It's your lucky day, Keigh: we're both about to go viral.”

Folded into a position Kelsey could perform better than she could describe, Keigh was a passenger to her own demise. The scandalous streamer sucked and slurped greedily on the younger woman's skin, sating her own lewd longing by grinding on her victim's thigh before letting her fingers wander down Keigh's reddened stomach. The end of the match came when Combat Keigh did, moaning and shaking and utterly spent. Too lost in the euphoria to retain any of her early petulance, the conquering martial artist distinctly heard her blonde victim mutter a meek “thank you” between heaving breaths.

“Awww, you're welcome. And thank you for being such a good little loser. That video's gonna do fucking numbers.” The Asian American woman whispered, caressing the downed woman with genuine affection. “Might compile all your losses into one video. We can call it the 'Keigh-O highlight reel.'”

Kelsey Drama stood up and found the nearest camera. Her wink for the viewers came accompanied by double peace signs and a naughty grin at the cameras before she sucked the glistening arousal off her fingers. The sex and violence were real, but Kelsey Drama was a performance that clarified everyone's expectations of her. Her image of a too-online, raunchy 'e-girl' entailed clear tasks, expressions, poses, and phrases.

The cameras caught every angle of Keigh laying on the canvas before she stood, supported by Kelsey's warm hug. The announcer read off the details of her victory as the referee raised her arm, but Kelsey's thoughts had already left her exploits in the past: there were more fights on tonight's Beat, Prey, Love card, and with them, more money to make. Kelsey Drama was a business, but Kathy Liu was an entrepreneur.

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