With nervous, fidgety hands, she checked her laptop. She slowly scrolled down the screen to her email. With bated breath, her pretty dark eyes chanced upon the words, 'You are accepted'. She sighed in relief, as she pushed back in her chair and spun around on it. She had enrolled for the CATS India Academy in Goa, and she had been accepted!
Jasleen Kaur Singh was a 22 year old girl from Punjab, in India. She was quite the athlete and a gym freak. That she liked wrestling was an understatement. She absolutely ADORED the sport. Well, it was well known to the locals in the country, that the state of Punjab was well known for tall, athletic and fair skinned girls, in all of India. However Punjabi gals were also notorious for their beauty and...their sizable racks, for which they were stereotypically known as 'Punjabi doodhwalis'...(milkmaids of Punjab)
Jasleen now lived in Chandigarh, a little closer to her homestate, Punjab. She was taller and stronger than other girls her age, here. Even though she was in a different state, she still made friends quickly, because of one thing---her ability to be the life of the party. She loved parties. Hell, wherever she went, the party went!!! Jasleen knew how to spice things up with her sexy dancing, the right songs, the right food, the right places, all the best bars---suffice it to say if you wanted an unforgettable party, you called Jasleen. However she didn't like to be called by her real name. So everyone just called her Jazz.
Jazz had gotten bored of the traditional wrestling and wanted something more--a sentiment the other girls didn't share. So when one day, after a hot sweaty match, a strange man came up to her with a card and an offer, she was initially suspicious. However after he insistently pursued her till her school, till the grounds, and to the bar with her friends at night, she gave in out of curiosity. It was a university card, that read St. Lucia University. She knew it from the tv advertisements she used to see as a kid. It was one of the most reputed institutes. And really hard to get in. Jazz worked her butt off and got in with her sports category.
Apparently the institute was funding the CATS academy, secret club of erotic catfights and models whose members were the most elite of the world. Jazz's heart raced when she got to know of this. She couldn't wait to pulverise the other girls in the arena. So here she was, in Goa at the CATS building, waiting in the steamy green locker rooms, admiring herself in the mirror before her very first match.
She was quite muscular, with hardhitting fists, curved prominent biceps, and thick, large muscled thighs. It was clear she didn't skip leg day either. She wasn't like those no fat muscular people with all their veins bulging out, nooooo...She had a flat abdomen with faint traces of abs.
But the most impressive part was her rack. Solid 38Gs. Huge and bursting out of her white brassiere. She had a well toned, bubble butt, perky and bouncing whenever she skipped rope. She had fair, creamy white skin, a mark of her Punjabi heritage. To top it all off, she wore a tiny red dot(bindi) between her eyebrows.
Her first match was between her and Annisa Safitri, from Indonesia.
As she was admiring herself, the doors opened and in came a flurry of women dressed in french maid costumes and wearing masks. They rushed towards Jazz, and ignoring her protests, stripped her naked. Jazz stood there, silent and shocked.
"Wha-
she was cut off however, as the maids began to roughly apply oil on her body, and started smearing it across her belly, thighs, nether regions and her ample breasts. Jazz shuddered slightly as she felt her breast lathered by the cold, shiny oil.
"The match is about to start. You are required to change into these..."
They handed her a white leotard and opened the curtains.
Jazz stepped into a stall, and changed into it. She stepped out of the stall, pulling the waistband of the thong outwards by her finger, "You know it's a little tight...feel like it'll give me a wedgie if I leave it for a second..."
The maids didn't say anything except gestured to follow them, as they led Jazz out of the stall and towards a dais through the curtains and onto the main arena, a wrestling ring style field lined with rubber railings and fences. As she stepped in two spotlights shone over the arena. On the other side she could see Annisa.
Annisa was 5'8", quite shorter than Jazz who herself was 6' feet. Annisa had 38DDs, firm perky and Wheatish skinned melons ripe for the picking, their thick nipples bursting out of the tight fabric she wore. Her leotard had wedgied her large ass, until it was no longer visible. She was muscular, but slightly leaner than Jazz. She was slightly a curvy figure, a trait she shared with Jazz, whose curves were more prominant. Her wheatish skin shone under the spotlight, contrasting Jazz's fair skin perfectly.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, for our debutante series, we have our first rookie match for two newbies! Jasleen Kaur Singh from India and Annisa Safitri from Indonesia!!!!!"
shouted out a man in a bunny mask and tuxedo. Jazz winced when he called her full name.
Jazz readied herself, her stomach full of butterflies as she stared at her beautiful rival. She had been given the rules by the man who contacted her. It was a no holds barred simple catfight, and it didnt matter whether she won or lost, since it was her debut match.
The bell rung. "You may now fight".
Jazz slowly circled her opponent, and Annisa did the same.
Jazz wasn't very patient however. She charged ahead full speed, her Huge tits shaking violently from side to side. Annisa was taken by surprise, as Jazz slammed into her headfirst, and effortlessly picked her up by her waist. Annisa's eyes widened.
Jazz smiled and slammed the girl onto the floor. As Annisa squirmed, Jazz quickly grabbed the hem of her prone opponent's leotard and lifted her up, giving her an intense hanging wedgie. Annisa's eyes bulged as she squealed.
Jazz bounced her up and down by her leotard, listening to her squeals, and staring at the audience, smiling. Is this what the masses craved? It was fairly easy. She felt bad for the girl whose undies she was in control of though.
Suddenly Annisa had had enough and while bouncing still in midair, she swerved her leg back and slammed it with all her efforts into Jazz's prominent mons pubis sticking out against the fabric of her leotard. Jazz stumbled a little, her sensitive royal gateway down there obviously protected by a cushion of fat that was her mound, but she still released Annisa nonetheless. Annisa scrambled to her feet, and wasting no time, charged and headbutted Jazz's groin area. Jazz didn't feel any pain. She grabbed ahold of Annisa's waist, a little confused, but she was fine. Annisa couldn't believe it.
"Oh my- Well how bout this?", she exclaimed as she quickly reached behind and raked her fingernails over Jazz's huge, round behind, leaving temporary red scratch marks. Jazz's heavy buttocks clenched, her thunder thighs shivered as she screamed on her toes.
"AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!!"
"Phew! Perfect...So the that's what your weakness is, you big bimbo...", Annisa smiled with a sigh, and a loving smile.
Jazz lifted Annisa by her thong again, this time pulling her up towards her face level. Annisa flailed her legs, her thong way too inside her pussy, giving a nice fabric burn to her nethers as she squealed and stared face to face at an angry Jazz. Annisa couldn't take it. Her pussy couldn't take it. She was facing Jazz's face directly. She simply outretched her hands, grabbed ahold of Jazz's thick, fat protruding nipples, stretched against the fabric and twisted them with all her strength. Jazz screamed again.
