Reality Fantasy
By SuperCat

Tracy Chambers flicked the switch to “On” and the fluorescent lighting buzzed to life.
“Good”, she thought, “first one here. Let me get myself ready for this.”
She removed her overcoat and began stretching out. When you’re locked in a fight with your hated enemy is no time to have a muscle cramp up. She was wearing what she thought was good attire for a violent workout. Her sports top cropped above her bellybutton held in her large, firm pair of 36c breasts nicely, they wouldn’t be as obvious a pair of targets as they could have been. Her legs were long and really well toned, shown off by baby blue terry-cloth short shorts cut right up to her wonderfully rounded ass and a pair of white knee high athletic socks with baby blue stripes up top.
“Sucks it had to come to this” she thought, “but that little slut had this beating coming to her.”
Maria Dominguez pulled her Acura into a spot two soundstages over and climbed out of her car. She made her way to the backstage area of 6, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The network most definitely would be upset if they knew she was going to knock the shit out of that arrogant whore, she didn’t suppose that was in either one of their contracts, but truthfully she didn’t care. This was going to be worth it and she had been waiting for this from day one. She was decked out like normal for her, black top covering her stupendous 40DD breasts, blue denim miniskirt and a pair of dark blue thigh highs that set off her legs well. She was by no means skinny, but her weight was all firm muscle.
“I feel great!” She thought, and smiled to herself.
“About time I could get that lying, cheating bitch off camera. No security to come and save her sorry, narrow ass now.” She made her way back to the storage room that they had agreed on to settle this and twisted the knob.
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Some girls just flat out hate each other at first sight. It’s true. Tracy and Maria had been like oil and water the first time they had laid eyes on one another. Problem was; they had both been cast on the same reality TV show. Some dreck where they had to compete for the “love” of some second tier actor who’s career needed a shot in the arm. Truthfully, neither the actor nor the girls were in it for love. They all needed a job and some air time. Mostly it was all about getting drunk and acting catty with the other assembled girls. But Tracy and Maria both went well beyond catty. They were both probably the flat out sexiest girls in the competition, Tracy, with her long light brown hair and sparkling light blue eyes, was a dead ringer for no less than Carmen Electra (she considered herself far hotter, truth be told) and Maria was the embodiment of the hot Latina spitfire, full of dark beauty and passion and with a stunning full mouth that made men daydream...
Neither thought the other was anything special, and they proceeded to lock horns the very first night, and after a few drinks went after each other violently and had to be pulled apart. This was to be a more or less a daily (or weekly as the show aired) occurrence. Many times in cases like these the producers like to play up the drama between the girls, but this was just flat out hate.
Maria seemed to have the physical edge and had gotten some good shots in during their brief brawls, but Tracy was meaner and had several tresses of Marias hair as trophies to prove it. It came to a head when Maria lied to the actor about what a slut Tracy was and she was sent home packing halfway through the series while Maria smirked at her and blew kisses goodbye. The fact that Maria only lasted two more episodes herself before getting drunk and making enough of an ass of herself to get sent home didn’t matter to Tracy, she felt that the Latin bitch had gotten the better of her, and nobody got the better of Tracy Chambers.
So they both stewed for a time as the show ended its taping, letting the anger fester. Finally, Maria got a hold of Tracy’s cell phone number and texted her that she wanted to settle this for once and for all, woman to woman, with nobody there to stop the fight until they knew who the better woman was. Tracy readily agreed and let Maria know in no uncertain terms that she was going to kick her fucking ass. They knew from the taping that the soundstage the show used had an empty storage room that nobody really paid any attention to, not that anybody should be there anyway as taping had wrapped two weeks previous and nothing was scheduled there for another month.
“Ok, you piece of shit, I’ll see you there at 2PM, and I’m gonna kick your ugly fucking skank ass all over the place. No man is gonna want to be seen with you for a long time.” Maria fired off.
“Whatever wetback. When I’m done with you you’re gonna crawl back into whatever ghetto trash hole you came from and never work in this town again, not even the porn people will want your pussy after I pound it more into hamburger than it already is!” Tracy responded.
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“I’m surprised your spic ass had the guts to show up. I figured you’d chicken out cuz you know I’m better than you.” Tracy laughed when Maria had closed the door behind her.
Maria rolled her eyes and said “You’re just trash bitch and I’m gonna take you out. At best you’re a b-list celebrity impersonator. I’m a true woman and I own you in every way.”
“Whatever you lying slut. Suck a producer’s dick to get any jobs lately? Maybe after I’m finished kicking you ass, I’ll let you be my maid.”
“Says the dirty whore who does cocaine off of cocks to find work. Hey Tracy, how many STDs you got? Well, I’m the hot Latino bitch who’s gonna give you another. Supreme. Tracy. Defeat.”
Tracy’s blue eyes flashed with anger and she said “I hate you. I’m gonna fuckin kill you. Let’s settle this bitch. “
Maria struck a pose with her hands on her hips and said, “I’m ready miss mediocre. You’re not even worth my hate. I save that for other hot girls.”
Tracy had finally had enough, she rushed at the Latin girl with hands outstretched, ready to claw her enemy’s eyes out. She was taller than Maria, 5’7” to the Latin’s 5’4” and she wanted to use that height advantage for all it was worth. But Maria was ready and stepped in and under Tracy’s talons, closing the gap and as Tracy’s nails locked into her hair, she punched her HARD in the solar plexus, right in the belly of her belly shirt. Tracy’s air went out in a *whoof*, but she was able to keep her clutch on Marias hair and as she went down to her knees she was able to drag Maria with her. Maria continued throwing fists to her winded enemy, hitting her with lefts and rights to her face. Despite the blows, Tracy was able to drag Maria down and wrap her legs around her in a strong frontal scissors. Maria grunted as the air was driven out of her, and she instinctively tried to pry Tracy’s vice grip legs apart.
Tracy pressed her advantage, releasing her right hand from her death grip on Marias’ hair, she sent a punch straight to the Latin’s nose and then reached into her top and grabbed onto her left nipple and twisted it like it was taffy, evilly laughing at her hated foe.
“Hows that feel, cunt, huh?” she spat at Maria, who howled in agony.
She ripped at Maria’s top, tearing it off and giving her easier access as she went after her breasts, turning her scissor hold so she was to the side of the pained woman. All Maria could think of to do was grabbing at Tracy’s wrists; her world was pain and torment.
“Oh, so you want me to let your tits go? Ok!” Tracy said and she released one hand and started choking her rival. Maria was fighting for her life now, and her brown eyes went huge as she started gagging as Tracy cut off her air flow. She panicked, and it may have saved her life, because as she started going crazy she was able to buck her way out of Tracy’s scissors and dislodge the brunette. Tracy was back on her feet in an instant though, and as Maria tried to compose herself, Tracy kicked her in the ribs as hard as she could, knocking her onto her back. She followed up with several more savage kicks to Marias ribs as the woman moaned, tears running down her cheeks. Rolling her over onto her stomach, Tracy put the Latin into a camel clutch and pulled back as hard as she could. Marias boobs were pointing at the ceiling Tracy put so much into the hold. All Maria could do was cry “OOOOOOHHH….OOOOHHHH.”
“You wanna give up wetback?” Tracy laughed. “All you gotta do is say I’m the better woman and the pain ends bitch!”
“Fuck you, no!” Maria managed to get out and then “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” as Tracy poured on the pressure and then again: “Fuck you!”
“Gonna break your wet back then!”
“NOOOOO!” and then Maria was able to get her left arm away from the overconfident woman and scuttle her way backward, sliding out of the hold, but all she could do was lie on the floor in pain as Tracy strutted around the room taunting her, almost singing “Sluuuttty sluuuuty bitch, Just giiiive it up!” She then kicked the poor girl square in the face, her sneaker cutting the inside of Marias mouth fiercely. Maria rolled over onto her back and Tracy used this as an opportunity to stomp her pussy.
“Uh huh, how’s that feel? I bet you like it you spic whore!” Maria wailed in agony, but inside her a flame was lit, Tracy’s insults had gone far enough for her.
Tracy went to stomp her pussy again, and this time Maria was ready for her and not only blocked the move, but grabbed Tracy’s foot and push her over backwards. Tracy’s head hit the floor with a “CRACK!” and she was very lucky she wasn’t knocked out right there, but she was semi-conscious, which gave Maria ample time to compose herself and go on the offensive.
First, Maria put her in a figure four head scissors. If Maria was more experienced, this would have ended the fight right there, but she didn’t lock it on the whole way. Her strong thick thighs made Tracy’s already pained head feel like it was being crushed in a vise though. After a few minutes she released the hold. She had other ideas. As Tracy rolled over, she grabbed the brunette beauties halter top and evened the score by pulling it over her head, but leaving it half on, hockey fight style, so Tracy was powerless to stop Maria from brutally attacking her fantastic, firm breasts. Marias long sharp nails sliced at and dug into Tracy’s titflesh as Maria screamed at her “YEAH, HOWS THAT FEEL BABY? I’M GOING TO RIP THESE RIGHT OFF YOUR FUCKING CHEST YOU CUNT! “
Tracy’s screams were muffled by her top, but they were pleasure to Maria, who went slightly crazy and tore at her boobs even harder, in her frenzy even repeatedly biting Tracy’s globes. Tracy was in deep trouble, but was finally able to free herself of her top. She looked down, saw her tits, her prides, were bloody from Marias handiwork and started sobbing.
“Oh, music to MY ears! Now shut up!” Maria exclaimed and punched the woman in the jaw again, knocking her flat on her back.
Maria took a moment to remove Tracy’s shoes, as her kicks had caused her pain and she didn’t need any surprises. While she was working Tracy’s legs, she took a moment to heel stomp her cunt several times. Tracy’s mouth was an “O” of utter agony but no sound was coming out. Maria continued her punishment of the brunette’s legs by bringing them over in a matchbook pin, stretching her hamstrings to the snapping point, as she knelt above Tracys head.
“So! Now how about YOU give up asshole, before I break that shitty body in half!” Tracy’s socks were almost touching the floor above her head but she still snarled out a “Nooo…noooo!”
“Come on baby, I’m better than you in every way and you know it! Just give the fuck up!”
“F-U-U-U-U-U-CK YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!” Tracy screamed and managed to roll her way out of Maria’s grasp. She lay there massaging her bloody boobs and maimed crotch and Maria thought about what to do with her.
Deciding to humiliate the woman further, Maria walked over, flipped Tracy over onto her back, and reached for her terrycloth shorts. Tracy saw what she was trying to do and bucked her strong legs out violently, knocking the Latin back across the room until she slammed into the wall.
Taking a moment to compose herself, Tracy then launched herself at her enemy, executing a perfect shoulder block. Marias air left her as Tracy knocked her into the wall again. Pressing her advantage, Tracy sent several fists into the Latin girls belly and Maria slid down the wall only to take a vicious knee straight to the chin, knocking the back of her head off the plaster. Blood was frothing out of Maria’s mouth and onto the floor and she fell, face first, to the carpet.
Reaching into Marias black hair, Tracy dragged her around the room sneering “Come on doggy! That’s what you are bitch, just a fucking dog! A fucking yapping little Chihuahua in fact!” and she laughed at her foe, who was uncontrollably crying in humiliation. Stopping for a moment, she hauled Maria to her feet and still holding her by her hair, ran her face first into the wall. Rubbing her face on the plaster, which was smeared with red, she reached down with her free right hand and went up under Maria’s denim skirt, clawing through her panties.
“Let’s see what we got down there you piece of shit skank!” she said as her fingers tore into Marias womanhood. Maria screamed again in pain as Tracy’s fingers violated her in the worst way imaginable. “OH MY! THEY SURE MAKE PUSSIES BIG IN MEXICO, GOD YOU’RE SUCH A SLUT, FOUR FINGERS BABY! AND ONE FOR THE THUMB!” And she damn near put her whole hand into Marias destroyed vagina, and then she ripped her nails all the way out.
“Just quit, juust quiit, that’s all…you gotta dooooo” Tracy sang into her ear “Juuust telllll Tracy, shees the better wo-mannn and the pain it ends for yoooou!” Maria may well have quit then, but she was in so much pain, she simply couldn’t vocalize anything. Tracy stopped for a moment, theatrically sniffed her fingers, and went “Ewww, smells like a fish taco” and she laughed like that was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
Tiring of this punishment, Tracy threw her foe to the floor and stalked her, ripping her black panties off in the process. “I fucking hate you so much you whore, I may just fuckin kill you. In fact this reminds me of one of my favorite movies, I just wish I had a giant penis to kill you with, but I can do “Singin In The Rain” while I kick you into hell!” and so she did, laying savage kicks into Maria’s stomach and ribs while crooning along to the murder scene in Clockwork Orange.
Maria just lie there, not even moving, only her sobs let Tracy know she was in fact still alive. After this, Tracy rubbed her sock clad foot on the back of Maria’s head, rubbing her face into the carpet and sneering “It’s over Maria, I win, as usual, and you lose, as usual. I own you, mind, pussy, and soul. I’m a better fighter than you, a better fucker than you, and a better woman then you. You’re nothing but a stupid Taco-cunt and… “
…And nothing, because Maria had a lot more heart than Tracy had thought, and she had one last trick in her bag. Rolling into Tracy’s right leg, hyperextending it, she sent her fist directly into the brunette’s womanhood. Tracy fell over her foe and hit the carpet face first. Maria was on her back immediately, putting both hands into her light brown hair and smashing her face into the carpet several times, then rubbing it so the rug scratched Tracy’s face even more. The carpet was speared with red as Maria pulled back on Tracy’s hair until her face was pointing upwards. She reached in with her left hand and clawed Tracys’ battered boobs again.
“Hey you fucking racist cunt” She hissed. “You’re a fucking idiot. I’m not from Mexico asshole, I’m a hot Latina, but I’m from fucking Columbus Ohio, and now I’m gonna sing YOU a song, it’s called “Don’t She Make My Blue Eyes Black”!” and she rained fists into Tracy’s face, battering the poor beauty senseless.
“God I fucking hate you, you’re such a cunt, and bitch you’re done in this town!” Standing over her destroyed rival, Maria said “Oh, yeah, I got some unfinished business here too!” and she grabbed Tracy’s shorts and yanked them all the way off her luscious legs.
“Mine now! And so is THIS!” she said as she proceeded to send a dozen kicks and stomps into Tracy’s crotch. Tracy was screaming “I GIVE! I GIVE! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP I GIVE! YOU’RE THE BETTER WOMAN! AAAAAAAAHHHHH STOOOOOPPPPP!”
“No way slut. I didn’t request a submission. You’re mine now. I fucking own YOU! And I’m gonna fuck you up until I feel like stopping!”
She illustrated her point by spreading Tracy’s legs apart as far as she could and leaping in the air to drive her knee straight down into her hated enemy’s cunt. Then she ripped off Tracy’s panties, made as if to smell them, and said “Smells like loser racist slut to me! Oh my, look at this!” she exclaimed. “Now why wouldn’t you shave your pussy before a catfight?”
It was true; Tracy had a neatly trimmed, but still substantial Doritos pubic hair style. Not anymore though, as Maria ripped out several clumps of it, giggling the whole time over how stupid Tracy was. She then proceeded to rip Tracy’s abused pussy into hamburger, sticking her nails into the brunette beauties vagina and raking them until blood flowed, and then taking great pleasure in twisting her clit until Tracy finally passed out in complete and total agony and defeat.
Once Tracy’s screams and spasmodic jerks of pain had ceased and there was no more to do to hurt the woman while she was conscious enough for Maria to enjoy it, Maria at last rose above her destroyed enemy and admired her handiwork. She was a mass of pain herself, bleeding from her mouth, nose and pussy, but Tracy was even worse. It would be months before she could work again, if ever.
She straightened her thigh highs and gathered what she could of her clothes. But she had one last thing to do to this bitch. She stripped the brunette of her white and now red socks and used them to tie her hands and feet together in tight knots. She rummaged around in the bag she had brought with her until she found some lipstick. Kicking the woman over onto her side she knelt over her and wrote “SLUT” “LOSER” “STD WHORE” and “I GOT MY RACIST ASS KICKED” on the beaten girl, then she stuffed whatever public hair she could gather into Tracy’s mouth, followed by her own shredded panties and left her there for whomever might find her. She kept Tracy’s panties as a souvenir though and her overcoat as well, so as not to be exposed as she left. She closed the door behind her and flicked off the light switch, the complete and total victor in this war.
Funny thing about studios though. If you weren’t aware, they have cameras in EVERY room, esp. those rooms for reality TV shows. It was up in the top corner where nobody notices.
This one was no exception. AND, it had been running the whole time.
While Tracy eventually did manage to come to and untie herself, making it to her car without too much further embarrassment, the stage manager who came in early the next morning and checked the security tapes because he saw the blood on the walls and the carpet got himself a REAL treat.
One he was wise enough to keep to himself…until he uploaded it to the internet.
It went viral in hours and by the end of the day the whole world had seen Maria Dominguez kick the living shit out of Tracy Chambers.
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The cell phone went straight to voicemail. It was turned off at the moment anyway. But it didn’t matter; the caller was going to leave the message regardless.
“Hi, Tracy, it’s Jerry Weintraub, your agent…well, babe, I’m actually your ex agent. I can’t have you as a client anymore. Needless to say, no Hispanic person in this town will work with you, nor will anybody else. You’re poison. Maybe you could do DODA porn, or the wilder fetish stuff, but that isn’t my territory. So, I’ll see you later…with your panties and your pubes in your mouth. I fuckin told you not to be such an arrogant, mean bitch babe. So don’t bother calling me back, ok *click*”

Maria picked up the phone on the second ring “Hello” she purred.
“Baby! The pride of Ohio! How you doing today!” the voice on the other end said.
“I feel great Saul. I’m singing in the fuckin rain, you could say!” she responded with a hearty laugh.
“Great! Great! Hey babe, I got a few things for you. I got people who would love to sign you to a contract to star in two new reality series; they’ll pay you six figures just to start! And I got calls from a few MMA leagues, they’d love to have you do promos for them and work as a ring girl, Oh, and Maxim and Playboy both want to do shoots with you! You’re the hottest thing out there right now babe…”